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THE 

FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

Outdoor Plays for Girls 


THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 
FAIRY TALE WOOD 
THE PAGEANT OF CHUNN’S COVE 
THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 


BY 

CAROLA BELL 

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NEW YORK 

BRENTANO’S 

PUBLISHERS 


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Copyright, 1923, by 
BRENTANO’S 


All rights reserved 


All dramatic rights reserved by the author. Ap¬ 
plication for the right of performing must be made 
to Miss Carola Bell, in care of The 47 Workshop, 
Harvard College, Cambridge, Mass. 


PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 



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TO 

THOSE GROWN-UP MORTALS 
WHO CHANGE OUR SUMMERS 
INTO FAIRYLAND. 



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CANNY 

I ken the place where doon, way doon 
’Neath greeny blade an’ silver stoon. 

The teeny, tiny elfies lie. 

An’ winkin’, blinkin’ mousies try 
To nibble at their wee fay shoon. 

Where is’t that ’neath the summer moon 
The elfies sing sich silver tune 
That starlets twinkle in the sky? 

I ken the place! 

Where in some magic spot o’ noon 
The elfies all take off their shoon 
An’ wade in dew drops, an’ then try 
To splash a passin’ butterfly— 

(Though you’ll ne’er know, be’t late or soon.) 
I ken the place! 


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PREFACE 


Camp directors, dramatic counsellors, and dancing 
teachers have been saying the following things for a 
good many years: 

We want to give a play which: 

Will be related to our out-of-door life. 

May be produced in our Fairy Ring, or on the edge 
of our lake. 

Will be worth doing, but 

Will demand only the minimum of time for re¬ 
hearsals. 

Will be effective, but 

Very inexpensive. 

May be used as the vehicle for the dances learned 
in class; and has an elastic cast, suitable to our 
particular number. 

As a dramatic counsellor in Chunn’s Cove Camp, 
Asheville, North Carolina, I said these same things. 
For six years I searched and searched; and because 
my search was in vain, these little plays were written. 

The first and third masques we produced in Chunn’s 
Cove in 1919, 1920, and 1923. Each year we devoted 
only one week to actual rehearsals, to the making of 
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PREFACE 


costumes, settings, and properties. All four plays may 
be acted by girls of various ages, and all four may be 
given on the simplest or the most elaborate woodland 
stage. 

I wish to express my thanks to Mr. and Mrs. E. S. 
Allis for their permission to offer here the playlets 
written especially for their camp in The Land of the 
Sky, and for the photographs; to those dear little 
friends who first were Teeny and Tiny, Tedinia, and 
the rest; to Miss Luella Cornish of the Francis Parker 
School, Chicago, for arranging the music of “The 
Fairy Four-Leaf”; and for arranging the dances of 
that same play, I wish to thank Miss Victoria Sheffield- 
Cassan of Pavlowa’s Ballet. 


Cambridge, 1923. 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

The Fairy Four-Leaf . l 

Fairy Tale Wood.37 

The Pageant of Chunn’s Cove.79 

The Land of the Glad Heart.99 

Notes.133 


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ILLUSTRATIONS 


Teeny and Tiny . .. Frontispiece 

Fiddledeedee, Tedinia and the Dancers of the Mist 

Facing Page 6 

The Little Owlets Dance for Tedinia . “ ** 

The Magic Circle.«« “ 

The Spirit of Chunn’s Cove ... “ “ 

Spirits of the Wood.“ 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

A Masque in Four Scenes 


THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


Characters 


Tedinia— A little girl 
Fiddledeedee— A fairy , 
disguised first as an old 
woman 
Twinklabit 
Gayleaf 
Sparkle % 

Fleetwing 

Hum 

Buzz 

Chuckle 

Thistledown 

Merrysong 

SlLVERSTART 


Cockle 

Rosedream 

Moonbeams 

Shadows 

Little-owlets 

Hoppy-frogs 

Dragonflies 

Fireflies 

The Great Night Moth 
The Bat 

Dancers of the Mists 
Miguiel— King of the 
Gypsies 

The Gypsy Band 


Scene I. In the strange , dark wood. 

Scene II. In the Magic Circle. 

Scene III. The Same—when the eyes can see . 
Scene IV. The Gypsy Encampment. 

Originally produced August, 1922, by Chunn’s Cove Camp. 
Copyright, 1923, by Carola Bell. Permission for performances 
of any kind must first be obtained from the author, in care of 
The 47 Workshop, Harvard College, Cambridge, Mass. 


THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


SCENE I 

[The stage is in darkness while the chorus sings the 
following ] : 

We have a story to tell you about a fearful wood, 

Where owls and froggies speak clearly, are plainly 
understood. 

It is of Tedinia’s wanderings—Of her we mean to tell— 

How she found a four-leaf clover and fell beneath a 
fairy spell. 

You’ll hear how the great Moth danced for her, how 
dragonflies and all 

The woodland creatures answered at her every beck 
and call. 

Then harken while we are singing about this maiden 
fair, 

Of how she found the four-leaf, the four-leaf clover 
rare! 

[Then the lights begin to glow and we see the edge of 
the dark , strange wood. Tedinia enters fear- 
fully.] 

Tedinia 

Yoo-hoooo! Yooo-hoooo! 

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4 THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

A Little Voice 

Who? WHO? 

Tedinia 

[Much relieved] : Is some one really there, and are 
you talking to me? 

The Voice 

Who? WHO? 

Tedinia 

I don’t really care Who’s Who; but I would like to 
know- 

Voice 

Who? WHO? WHO? 

' Tedinia 

Who am I? Oh, my name is Tedinia—after my 
Daddy. Tedinia from Teddy, you know. . . . 

Voice 

[Laughing ]: Whoooooooo! Whooooooooo! 

Tedinia 

[Hurt] : Please don’t laugh. I—I like my name. 
And besides—if you don’t mind I wish you would show 
me the way back. 

Voice 

Who? 

Tedinia 

I told you what my name is—and now I—I really 
would like to know the way back, because—well, be¬ 
cause I guess I’m lost. [She waits; hut the dark wood 



THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


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is silent ] Fve never been in the forest before—ever! 
Not even in the daytime. But I thought I could find 
my way to the Magic Circle, the Fairy Ring, you know. 
I thought I could find my way there without the 
slightest trouble because you just stumble into it,—in 
the fairy books. My Daddy told me so. 

Voice 

Who? 

Tedinia 

[ Patiently ] : My Daddy. ... He used to read to 
me before he—went away. [She stops a moment ] 
They wouldn’t let me bring my fairy books and Aunt 
Jane hasn’t any. But I’m not minding much. I’m just 
trying to stumble into the Fairy Ring all by myself. 
[She laughs} I’ve stumbled a lot—but not into the 
Ring. Perhaps Gayleaf is away. 

Voice 

[Sharply] : Who ? 

Tedinia 

Gayleaf, the guardian of the Ring. Perhaps she’s 
away! Perhaps the Ring is closed for the season. Most 
everything in the city closes for the season at some 
time or other. Maybe it’s the same out here. [Pause] 
Please! Won’t you show me the way back to Aunt 
Jane’s? She lives in a little white house on a long, 
twisty road. I must get back, for if Aunt Jane were 
to go to my room and find me gone she would scold. I 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


know she would. Aunt Jane means to be kind—but 
she’s a— [ She hesitates .] 

A New Voice 

[Harshly] : Crank! Crank! 

Tedinia 

Oh, my goodness! I didn’t mean anything as bad 
as that. Aunt Jane is particular, that’s all. And she’s 
afraid of the gypsies. 

The New Voice 
CRANK! CRANK! CRANK! 

Tedinia 

Please don’t say it again. Just show me the way. 

First Voice 

Who? Who? 

Tedinia 

[ Patiently ] : Show me, Tedinia, the way back to 
Aunt Jane’s. [A little light glows and seems to he 
leading her off left ] Oh, thank you. I’m ever so 
grateful! [But it leads her about in a circle .] 

The First and Second Voices 

Crank! Who? CRANK! WHO? 

Tedinia 

[Almost in tears ] : I believe you’re just making fun 
of me . . . you’re just teasing. People in the city are 
much kmder to little girls,—much more polite. [The 



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light comes to rest on the ground near a big tree] 
Why [ She sits ]—it looks almost like a spark from 
Daddy’s pipe . . . only Daddy’s pipe has gone out. 
[She watches it a minute] Daddy believed in the Fairy 
Ring, but he didn’t know it was so hard to stumble 
into. 

[Wearily she rests her head against the trunk of the 
tree , from behind which comes an old woman , carry-' 
ing a lanthorn .] 

Old Woman 

[In the manner of the Three Bears] : Who’s been 
knocking on my door? 

Tedinia 

[Jumping up ] : It must have been me—I mean, 7. 
I mean, I must have been the one who knocked on it— 
only I didn’t know it was a door and I didn’t know 
it was yours. I’m sorry if I disturbed you. 

Old Woman 

Fiddledeedee! What’s it to me? It’s nice to have 
company once in a while! 

Tedinia 

[Brightening] : Isn’t it! Only I can’t stay. I must 
go right back to Aunt Jane’s. She doesn’t know I’m 
away . . . and Aunt Jane is a- 

The Second Voice 

[Hoarsely]: CRANK! 



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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


Tedinia 

[Shaking her head vigorously ] : No! Not a crank! 
Just a most particular person! 

Old Woman 

Can’t you stay just a wee little while? 

Tedinia 

[ Thoughtfully ]: A wee little while? Perhaps . . . 
Old Woman 

Good! 

The First Voice 

Who? 

Tedinia 

[i Confidentially ] : People around here ask a lot of 
questions—and they aren’t always polite! ’Course, I 
don’t mean you; but the other people- 

Old Woman 
You’re sure its—people? 

Tedinia 

I haven’t seen anybody—but there’s lots of talk. 
And only people talk. 

Old Woman 

Really? . . . Only people? 

Tedinia 

Oh, parrots do—and phonographs! Nothing else 
though. 



THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


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Old Woman 

Tedinia, you are blind!—Oh, yes you are! Very 
blind! But if you like I will make you see. 

Tedinia 

But truly—I’m not blind. Daddy said I had good 
eyes. 

Old Woman 

In the woods? 

Tedinia 

We never went into the woods. Daddy couldn’t 
go out, you know! 

Old Woman 

To be sure ... to be sure. 

Tedinia 

He always said I had very good eyes. I could 
see ever so much from the window. 

Old Woman 

Indeed, you may have good eyes for the city, my 
child; but out here—out here you are blind, quite 
blind. 

The First Voice 

Who? WHO? 

Old Woman 

You can’t see who’s talking, can you now? 

Tedinia 

[Peering around ] : No. Everything’s just as black. 
But I can see you, because you have the lanthorn. 


10 THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

Won’t you please show me the way back to Aunt 
Jane’s? 

Old Woman 

I might—but I’d rather not, just yet. I’d rather 
cure you of your blindness. 

Tedinia 

\Eagerly\ : You think you could? 

Old Woman 

Of course! 

Tedinia 

Would it—hurt? 

Old Woman 

It would be very pleasant. 

Tedinia 

And what would I see if I weren’t blind? 

Old Woman 

You would see the moonbeams dance with the 
shadows. You’d see the inquisitive children of the 
wood. 

Tedinia 

The inquisitive children? 

Old Woman 

Yes. And the little croakers, too. Besides, Tedinia, 
lots of ashes from your Daddy’s pipe. 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

Tedinia 

[ Joyously \: He’s still smoking it then—even 
though he has—gone away? 

Old Woman 

Yes. . . . And if I cure you of blindness, I’ll show 
you how dreams are woven and you will be happy 
forever. 

Tedinia 

Happy forever? 

Old Woman 

He who dreams has true happiness! Of the rich, 
the poor, the great, the small,—there’s not one who 
cannot have happiness if he possesses a dream! 

Tedinia 

Please, please! Cure me of blindness. I do so 
want to see. 

Old Woman 

Then you shall see. But first we must have the 
charm. Here, take the lanthorn. You must find— 
what you can find. 

Tedinia 

Is it high or low? 

Old Woman 

I believe that it is—low. And if it’s right for you 
to find it—if it’s right that you should be cured— 
you’ll come upon it almost immediately. 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


Tedinia 

lSearching eagerly'] : Will I know the charm? Will 
it have printing on it? Will it say “FAIRY CHARM”? 

Old Woman 

[ Laughs ] : We shall see—what we shall see. 
Tedinia 

Oh, look! Here’s a four-leaf clover! A beautiful 
big one! May I pick it—or is it in your garden? 

Old Woman 

[Slowly] : U—believe that—you—may—pick it! 
[Tedinia picks it. The old woman disappears. A 
tiny fairy is seen hovering overhead for a min¬ 
ute. Tedinia drowses and finally sleeps. The 
stage grows dark as music swells. Then the fol¬ 
lowing chorus is sung] : 

“Where the bee sucks, there suck I; 

In a cowslip’s bell I lie: 

There I crouch when owls do cry, 

On a bat’s back do I fly, 

After summer, merrily. 

Merrily, merrily shall I live now 

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.” 

[This is the end of the first scene.] 






SCENE II 


[The Magic Circle. The lights go on, disclosing the 
enchanted nook. At the right, tall daisies canopy 
a white toadstool; at the left is a large, glisten¬ 
ing spiderweb. The song ended, the lights play 
full upon the Fairy Ring, flooding it in rain¬ 
bow colors, while the fairies dance .] 


Fiddledeedee 

[Springing in]: Fairies all! Gayleaf, Sparkle, 
Twinklabit, Fleetwing, Hum and Buzz, Chuckle, 
Thistledown, Silverstart, Merrysong, Cockle and Rose- 
dream! [They all gather 'rownd as she springs onto 
the toadstool] I’ve done it . . . ! 


Done what? 


Gayleaf 


Sparkle 

Where have you been? We’ve missed you! 


Fleetwing 

Fiddledeedee! I’ve hunted everywhere! 

Fiddledeedee 

I’ve done it—and I’m so happy! 

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Twinkeabit 

Done what? For goodness’ sake, tell us about it! 
Fiddeedeedee 

Well —[She hugs herself gleefully ] 

Hum and Buzz 

Well? 

Fiddeedeedee 

I’ve let some one find the Fairy Four-leaf! 

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Fiddeedeedee 

Yes! 

SlLVERSTART 

But, Fiddledeedee, you know- 

Fiddeedeedee 

Of course, I know. . . . Haven’t I been guarding 
that Four-leaf Clover for years and years and years? 


Merrysong 

But, Fiddledeedee, it may cause trouble! 

Fiddledeedee 

But (“Fiddledeedee!”) It won’t! 

Thistledown 

It isn’t right that every one should see! 

Fiddeedeedee 

Every one isn’t going to see. Just—Tedinia! 



THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 15 


Chuckle 

That little girl you’ve been following about so much 
lately? 

Fiddledeedee 

[Stoutly] : Yes,—she needed me. You see her 
Father—went away! And she never knew her Mother! 

All 

[ Who have been -flitting about in an ever changing 
rainbow , like butterflies about a flower , are suddenly 
motionless. They speak sadly—and the sound comes 
like a sigh~\ : Oh . . . ! 


Rosedream 

[After an instant , dancing happily ] : Then I’m glad 
that you let her find the Fairy Four-leaf! 

Gayleaf 

[Springing into motion ]: And so am I! 


And I! 


Cockle 


The Others 
And I! And I! And I! 


Fiddledeedee 
Then it’s unanimous? 


Yes! Yes! 


All 


Twinklabit 
Where is she, Fid? 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

Fiddledeedee 
On the other side of the pool, fast asleep. 

Buzz 

You’re not going to keep her all to yourself? That 
wouldn’t be fair! 

Fiddledeedee 

No. You may help cure her. You may weave the 
spell. 

Hum 

And you’re going to let her see everything? 
Fiddledeedee 

Everything!—So long as she keeps the charm. 
[She springs down and whirls about .] 

Rosedream 

Oh, how happy she will be! 

Fiddledeedee 

[Stopping in her mad dance~\ : And guess what? 
All 

What? 

Fiddledeedee 

She was trying to stumble into the Magic Circle! 
Fleetwing 

We don’t allow any one to do that any more! 
Didn’t you tell her so? 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

Fiddledeedee 
No ... I didn’t tell her. 

Chuckle 

Then—let’s let Tedinia stumble into it! 

All 

Let’s!!! 

Fiddledeedee 
I was hoping you’d come to my way of thinking! 

Sparkle 

Your way? I guess we all think the same! We 
want Tedinia to stumble into the Magic Circle! So 
there! 

Fiddledeedee 

[Laughs'] : All right! You weave the spell. . . . I’ll 
bring Tedinia! 

[She hurries out left. The fairies join hands and dance 
about the toadstool, weaving in and out . The 
stage grows dark.] 


SCENE III 


[The stage is at first in darkness, then gradually 
grows light , with rainbow colors playing on the 
fairies while they dance about the toadstool on 
which Tedinia, a huge four-leaf in her hands , lies 
sound asleep. Fiddledeedee stands beside her. 
The fairies sing the following ] : 

“You spotted snakes with double tongue, 

Thorny hedgehogs be not seen: 

Newts and blindworms do no harm— 

Come not near our fairy charm, 

Hence away! 

Philomel, with melody, 

Sing in our sweet lull-lullaby, 

Never harm, but spell and charm, 

Come our little lady nigh. 

So good night. 

Weaving spiders come not here: 

Hence, you long-legged spiders, hence! 

Worm, nor snail, do no offense! 

Philomel, with melody, 

Sing in our sweet lull-lullaby.” 

Fiddledeedee 

[Her finger on her lips ] : Sssh! She’s waking! 

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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

Gayleaf 

I wonder if the cure’s complete? 

Sparkle 

I hope that she can see! 

[They all watch breathlessly as TediniA moves.\ 

Tedinia 

[, Stretching sleepily ] : Ho Hum! [ She rubs her 
eyes ] Why! I’m in — [a She rubs her eyes again ] I’m 
in the Fairy Circle! 

All 

\Clapping their hands ] : She can see! She can see! 

Fiddledeedee 

Of course she can see. Tedinia is just the person 
who would see—if she had the slightest chance! 

Tedinia 

Aren’t you all lovely! [ Looking around eagerly'] 
Which one is Gayleaf? 

Gayleaf 

[, Stepping forward] : I’m Gayleaf, Tedinia. 

Tedinia 

You’re even lovelier than I thought you would be. 

Hum 


Gayleaf’s blushing! 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


Gayleaf 

[Stamping her little foot]: I am 7iot . . . ! 
Tedinia 

But you’re all much bigger than I thought you would 
be. I always thought that fairies were small! 

Fiddledeedee 

What are you sitting on, Tedinia? 

Tedinia 

[Surprised] : A toadstool! 

Fiddledeedee 
And what are those—up there? 

Tedinia 

[Looking at the daisies swaying high overhead ] : 
Why—they are daisies ! 

Fiddledeedee 

And what are you carrying? 

Tedinia 

[Holding up the huge four-leaf ] : The Fairy Four- 
leaf.—I must have shrunk! Why, I must be very tiny! 

Chuckle 

You are! You’re tinier than we are! 

Tedinia 

[To Fiddledeedee] : Somehow, it seems as though 
I had seen you before . . . 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

Fiddledeedee 
[In the voice of the Old Woman] : Who’s been 
knocking on my door? [She laughs] Fiddledeedee! 
What’s it to me! It’s nice to have company once in a 
while! 

Tedinia 

[Gasps] : Why! You were the old woman! [Fid¬ 
dledeedee nods] You helped me find the Four-leaf! 
Oh, thank you! Thank you! 

SlLVERSTART 

[Eagerly] : And I helped to weave the spell! 


Tedinia 

[Most politely] : Thank you, too, Miss- 

Fiddledeedee 

[ Laughing] : Her name is Silverstart. And they 
all helped to weave the spell. 

Tedinia 

You’ve made me so happy.—Daddy always said there 
was a Fairy Ring. I wish he could be here, too. 


[Hastily] : 
blind. 


Fiddledeedee 

And we’re happy, for now you aren’t 
Tedinia 


Can I see the moonbeams dance with the shadows? 



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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

Fiddledeedee 

Yes. Gayleaf! [Gayleaf comes forward and Fid¬ 
dledeedee whispers in her ear. In turn, as their 
names are called the others receive their instructions 
and flit away.] Sparkle! Fleetwing! Hum and 
Buzz!—They’re twins, you know.—Chuckle! Thistle¬ 
down ! Merrysong! Silverstart! Cockle! Rose- 

dream ! Excuse me for whispering, but it will be a 
lot more fun not knowing it all beforehand. 
[Moonbeams and Shadows enter. Fiddledeedee joins 
them and they dance , weaving in and out , the dark 
and the light.] 

Tedinia 

[When they have finished ]: It was lovely! Thank 
you a thousand times . . . 

Fiddledeedee 

I’m a little out of practice. I used to play with 
them often—but I’ve been too busy of late. 

Voice off Stage 

Who ? Whooooo ? 

Tedinia 

There’s the person who asks so many questions. 

- Fiddledeedee 

[Laughs']: That! That’s one of the inquisitive 
children of the wood! 

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Tedinia 

They were little owls—and I never knew! [ She 
laughs.1 

Fiddledeedee 

[Teasing ] : Only parrots and phonographs talk, 
you know . . . 

[They laugh together .] 

Tedinia 

I’m so glad I can see! Are there any more? 
Fiddledeedee 

I’ve sent the whole Fairy Ring out to bring in the 
woodland creatures that they may dance for you. 

[The Dragonflies enter and dance.] 

Fiddledeedee 

Some people call them dragonflies—and some, darn¬ 
ing needles, but they are really the weavers—the em¬ 
broiderers of the tapestries of dreams. 

Tedinia 

[Who has learned her lesson] : And those who have 
dreams have happiness ? 

Fiddledeedee 

Yes. You must dream, little Tedinia, and strive to 
make your dreams come true. Ah! Listen! 

[The Great Night Moth dances—then The Bat 
whirls in!] 

And now the croakers—the little croakers! 

[The Hoppy-Frogs enter and dance!] 


24 THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

Tedinia 

[ Gleefully ] : And they are what said “Crank!” 
Fiddledeedee 

Yes, they said “Crank!” Now you’ll dance for me? 
Tedinia 

I can’t dance, truly! 

Fiddledeedee 

Here’s the fairy pipe! Try it! 

[She hands Tedinia a reed , and the music begins — a 
little pastoral fluting,—then the melody is re¬ 
peated, a bit modified , to which a Hoppy-Frog, 
ludicrously graceless , mimics the child's steps. 
They circle about the toadstool , first Tedinia, 
then the little Frog, dancrng.] 

Tedinia 

[At last , as Fiddledeedee applauds her dance] : 
That was fun; but dear me, it’s getting night time. 
Aunt Jane will be upset! 

Buzz 

[Tripping in] : Don’t worry, Tedinia. I've just 
been to the little white house on the long, twisty road, 
and Aunt Jane is sound asleep! 

Hum 

[Who has followed] : She’s dreaming that you’re eat¬ 
ing custard pie very daintily—and she’s quite happy! 


THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 25 

Fiddledeedee 

Thanks, Hum and Buzz! That saves us a great 
deal of anxiety. 

Tedinia 

I’m so glad she’s not worried. You see she heard 
that there were gypsies, and she’s afraid, so afraid. 
. . . But I just had to find the Fairy Ring. 

[Hum and Buzz retire. The stage grows dark. Little 
Fireflies circle and dance about the toadstool , 
their lanthorns reflecting in the pool.] 

Tedinia 

[When they have flitted out again, and the lights 
begin to glow ] : They are like the ashes from Daddy’s 
pipe! 

Fiddledeedee 

And you may see them almost every night, in the 
woods, ’cross the meadow, or down in the glen. 
[Tedinia rubs her eyes ] What! Sleepy already? 

Tedinia 

A little. But please, I don’t mean to be impolite. 
. . . And if—Aunt Jane’s so afraid ... I mustn’t 
be, must I? And Gypsies. . . . 

[She drowses. The Dancers of the Mists appear and 
sway to soft music. Tedinia’s Four-Leaf falls to 
the ground. Fiddledeedee takes it up. She 
runs with it to the dancers, who carry it with 


26 


THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

them when they sway off, left. One hy one the 
Fairies enter, and after hissing the sleeping child, 
they form a ring and slowly circle to soft music . 
The lights grow dim, and finally the stage is 
darkened .] 


SCENE IV 


[The stage becomes light during the singing of a 
rollicking gypsy song. We see the encampment , 
men and women seated about the fire , wagons , 
and horses tied , in the background. The gypsies 
swing into a dance.] 

Miguiee 

[ Enters , carrying Tedinia in his arms ] : Make way 
there—and no noise! The little one’s asleep! 

A Woman 

[Coming closer ] : What a pretty baby! 

Miguiel 

No baby, but a little girl—lost in the wood. 

The Woman 

You— found her? 

Migtjiee 

Yes.—Lying fast asleep near a tiny pool . . . like 
this one only very small. 

Another Woman 

See how she smiles. She must dream sweetly. . . . 
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28 


THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


First Woman 

Perhaps of the fairies! 

[Some laugh.] 

Miguiee 

Silence! Do not waken her. [ He sits down hy the 
fire with Tedinia in his arms ] Some broth for the little 
one if she be hungry when she wakes! [A woman puts 
a kettle on the fire.] 

A Man 

[ Aside to a woman] : How sad.the king is. He re¬ 
members ! 

The Woman 

Yes. . . . He remembers. Two years ago he lost 
her. ’Tis strange the Great Being should take one so 
young and fair. . . . 

[Near the wagons is a hurst of laughter.] 

Migtjiee 

Ssssssh! Here, boy! [A lad comes up] Let them 
be silent! [ The youth goes to the wagons. All is quiet 
again.] 

Tedinia 

[At last opening her eyes] : Daddy! 

[Miguiel, who has been watching her hungrily , starts.] 


Little One! 


Miguiee 

Tedinia 


No. . . . You’re not my Daddy—but you’re nice! 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 

Miguiel 

[Tenderly] : Little One, Little One! 

Tedinia 

[. Snuggling into his arms ] : Fm glad that you found 
me. [Pause] I was dreaming—NO! I was in the 
Fairy Ring! I found the Fairy Four-leaf. I can see 
now; I’m not blind any more. [Pause] But dear me! 
It’s late. Perhaps Aunt Jane is awake now—Perhaps 
she’s worried. Will you please take me back to her? 
You see, she’s so nervous. She’s not used to chil¬ 
dren—and then—she’s afraid of the gypsies, you know! 

Miguiel 

Afraid, Little One! And are you afraid of the 
gypsies? 

Tedinia 

I don’t— think so. ... I think I’d love them . . . 
if they were—like you.—But I’ve never, never seen a 
gypsy. I’m from the city, you see. 

Miguiel 

[To change the subject] : Little One, are you— 
hungry ? 

Tedinia 

[Surprised] : Why—I—I believe I am. It’s been a 
long time since supper! 

Miguiel 

Some broth! Would it please you? 


30 


THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


Tedinia 

[Highly delighted ]: Broth? They had that in 
The Three Bears! I’ve never tasted it, but I’m sure 
I should like it—if it weren’t too hot. 


Miguiel 

[Clapping his hands~\ : Some broth for the Little 
One. 


Tedinia 

[Gently~\ : You didn’t say “please.” 


Please- 


Miguiee 


Tedinia 

[ Chuckles ] : That’s just the way my Daddy said 
it. He forgot sometimes, too. 


MlGUIEIi 

Daddy? Your Daddy? 

Tedinia 

Daddy is just another name for father. A “love 
name,” you know. 

Miguiee 

A “love name”! “Daddy”!—And where is your— 
Daddy now? 

Tedinia 

He was sick . . . and then ... he went away. 



THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


31 


Miguiel 

He went away! Oh!—Come! Let us try the broth! 
[The broth is brought. He feeds her with a huge 
spoon .] 

Tedinia 

It*s delicious. Not too hot—not too cold. Just 
right! 

Miguiee 

I had a little one, Ye Ye! She—went away, too. . . . 

Tedinia 

She went away! Oh!—Why don’t you smoke your 
pipe? [She puts the broth aside and with an ember 
helps him light his pipe\ I am very happy. [She 
cuddles into his arms again .] 

Miguiee 

And I, Little One, I, too, am very happy—and for 
many months I have been sad. 

Tedinia 

You must have dreams. Happiness is in dreams. 
Fiddledeedee said so.—And you must watch the dragon¬ 
flies. . . . They weave the tapestries of dreams. 

Miguiee 

You talk strange things, Little One. Fiddledeedee? 

Tedinia 

A fairy! She taught me. She was the one who 
let me find the Fairy Four-leaf! 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


Miguiee 

The Four-leaf? 

Tedinia 

So I could see. And there were Buzz and Hum, the 
twins, you know, and Chuckle and Rosedream and a 
lot of others—and they danced. But where is the 
Four-leaf, the Fairy Four-leaf? I had it in my hand— 
and now it’s gone! 

[She slips from his arms and searches on the ground. 
Finally she looks up> saddened.] 

Miguiee 

Be not sad, Little One. I have a Four-leaf—and 
it’s made of gold. You shall wear it always. 

[He unfastens a pin from his dress and gives it to 
her.] 

Tedinia 

How beautiful it is! Pm sure that with this I 
shall always have good luck"—even though it isn’t the 
Fairy Four-leaf! 

Miguiee 

Perhaps it is the Fairy Four-leaf—changed by them 
into gold—for me to give to thee. 

Tedinia 

Do you think so? [She studies the pin] Oh! I should 
so like to thank you. ... I should like to give you 
something ... but I have nothing but a song. . . . 


THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 33 

MlGUIEIi 

A song! And will you sing it for me, Little One? 

Tedinia 

[ Sings ] : 

“I know a place where the sun is like gold 
And the cherry blooms burst with snow; 

And underneath is the loveliest nook 
Where the four-leaved clovers grow. 

“One leaf is for Hope, and one is for Faith, 

And one is for Love, you know, 

And God put another one in for Luck— 

If you search, you will find where they grow. 

“But you must have Hope, and you must have Faith, 
You must love and be strong, and so 
If you work, if you wait, you will find the place, 
Where the four-leayed clovers grow.” 

Miguiel 

[Drawing her to him\ : That was very sweet, Little 
One. 

Tedinia 

Daddy taught it to me, . . .—And don’t you know 
any songs? 

Miguiee 

Not I! But my band—If you wish they will sing 
and dance. 


Please! Please! 


Tedinia 


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THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


MlGTJIEIi 

[Calling] : The Little One would have you sing and 
dance!—Please! 

[There is the sound of castanets , and the gypsies 
spring into the dance.] 

Tedinia 

Oh, thank them—thank them for me. And will they 
sing too? One song? Then I must leave—then I 
must go home to my Aunt Jane who lies in the little 
white house on the long, twisty road. Aunt Jane is 
nervous—and particular—and afraid of gypsies. 
There’s a band of them around here, you know. 
[Some of the gypsies laugh, Miguiel silences them 
with a look.] 

Miguiel 

And you, Little One, are you afraid of the gypsies? 
Tedinia 

How funny! You asked me that same question be¬ 
fore! No! I’m not afraid. I think I should love 
them! 

Miguiel 

And they would love you, Little One. 

Tedinia 

Won’t they sing now, please? 

[The gypsies sing. Tedinia claps her hands joyfully 
when they have finished and then surveying 
Miguiel, she pronounces solemnly:] 


THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF 


35 


I believe—I believe that you are a gypsy—and that 
they are your band! [ She spins about ecstatically ] 

How nice! How very nice! 

Miguiel 

Then you like me, Little One? You like me? 

Tedinia 

I love you! You’re like Daddy. . . . \_Pause ] But 
I feel as though I must go back. 

Miguiel 

I’ll take you back if you’ll make me one promise. 

Tedinia 

Yes . . . ? 

Miguiel 

That you’ll come to see me often—very often, Little 
One! 

Tedinia 

I promise. [She crosses her hearf\ And if you see 
Fiddledeedee, Gayleaf, or Chuckle, or Buzz or Hum, 
or Rosedream—or any of them (they’re nearby, I’m 
sure) give them my love, and tell them that my eye¬ 
sight is very good. I’m coming often to look for them, 
and for all the woodland things. 

[ The gypsies smg again as Miguiel takes Tedinia up 
on his shoulder. She waves , and the hand throws 
kisses after them as they go off left. The stage 
is darkened .] 





FAIRY TALE WOOD 

A Masque in Two Scenes 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


Characters 


Myself (and I), a little 
girl 

Red Riding Hood 

Jack, the Giant-Killer 

The Seven Dwarfs 

Cinderella 

Jack 

Jill 

Hansel 

Scene I. “Once upon < 
Scene II. “And they Iv 


Gretel 

The Seven Swans 
Prince Charming 
Happy Hours 
Little Fears 
The Lovely Person 
Good Fairies 
Witches 

time. . . . 

happily ever after !' 9 


Copyright, 1923, by Carola Bell. Permission for performances 
of any kind must first be obtained from the author, in care of 
The 47 Workshop, Harvard College, Cambridge, Mass. 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


SCENE I 

[We see the heart of Fairy Tale Wood. There are 
tall trees left and right and the forest , dark in 
the background. Bright moonlight contrasts 
with heavy shadow. From around a tree comes 
a little girl. She peers cautiously about and then 
beckons to some one behind .] 

Myself 

[Calling softly ] : Come on, I, it’s lovely here and 
the moonlight’s as bright! [She steps into the open 
space and looks up ] Never knew there could be so 
many stars. See! They’re laughing. Something must 
be awfully funny. I, what do you ’spose ever makes 
the stars smile and laugh so? [A pause\ Perhaps . . . 
[Looking around again ] Do you believe this is the 
place?—“Tall trees . . . moon magic!” Shall we 
speak the piece? [Paused All right, only we must sit 
down first. I’ll sit there. This is fine for Myself. 
[She motions first towards a log , downstage R. and 
seats herself on one , downstage L. Then she 
recites carefully ] : 

‘ Fairy Tale Wood, Fairy Tale Wood, 

We want to visit you! 

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40 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


Fairy Tale Wood, please if we could— 

Tell us what we should do! 

There! When they hear that they ought to answer. 
Such good poetry and everything! I always knew, 
Myself, that we could write. 

Voice 

[Sweet and clear—from the trees /] Turn about 
thrice—and say, “Once upon a time!” 

Myself 

[ Thrilling ] : It worked! I heard it, too ! [ She hops 
up and about “thrice” then says solemnly ] Once upon 
a time. . . . 

Red Riding Hood 

[Rurming out from the right]: Good evening! A 
lovely evening, isn’t it? 

Myself 

Oh! How do you do? 

Red Riding Hood 

I’m very well just at present, thank you. [ She 
sighs] I’ll be swallowed alive in an hour or so—but 
at present I’m quite well. And how are you? 

Myself 

We’re just splendid, Myself and I. You’re Red 
Riding Hood, I know. May I introduce us, Myself 
and [ She points right] I. 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


41 


[Red Riding Hood goes forward and apparently 
shakes hands.] 

Red Riding Hood 

Delighted. . . . [She looks at Myself] But really 
I shouldn’t have known her. You don’t look a bit 
alike. 

Myself 

No. . . . I’m much prettier. I wanted to be prettier 
than Myself. But let’s not talk about us. There are 
so many things I want to ask you. Please, you’ll stop a 
while and talk, won’t you? 

Red Riding Hood 

I’m sorry, but I have an appointment at my Grand¬ 
mother’s in half an hour—and I haven’t all the 
scheduled articles for her yet. I couldn’t begin the 
story without everything that’s in it, you know! 

Myself 

[Peeking under the lid of the basket ] : It’s all there, 
isn’t it? 

[Music sounds, a melody simple and sweet, like a 
folk song .] 

Red Riding Hood 

[Shaking her head'] : I’ll have to hurry, but I can 
dance for you, if you’d like . . . and if you’ll hold 
my basket. 

Myself 

[Taking the hamper and running to her vantage 
seat , left] : I’ll sit down! She’s going to dance for us. 


42 FAIRY TALE WOOD 

[Red Riding Hood dances , picking a flower here, a 
flower there, till she has a bouquet. The music 
comes to a close, and she curtsies low before 
Myself.] 

Red Riding Hood 

[Showing her flowers ] : See! The nosegay. That 
was missing! 

Myself 

[,Joyously applauding ]: You dance beautifully! I 
didn’t know you could! 

Red Riding Hood 

[ With the sign of a pout ] : I’m never allowed to in 
the story. I just walk through the wood. Picking 
flowers this way is my own idea. But I must hurry 
along now. Grandmother is ill, you remember, and 
she’s waiting for me. 

[She goes out left, waving her hand.'] 

Myself 

[Sadly] : Now we’re all alone, again, Myself and I! 
Voice 

[From above]: No. You’re not! I’m here—just 
on my way down. 

[A youth in green springs to the ground from a tree 
at the right.] 

Myself 

[Amazed]: Why, you’re Jack, the Giant-Killer! 
Where ever did you come from? 



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FAIRY TALE WOOD 

Jack 

[Grinning amiably ] : That tree! 

Myself 

But it’s not a beanstalk! 

Jack 

Of course not. It’s a pine. . . . But can’t I climb 
anything but a vegetable? I ask you, isn’t that giv¬ 
ing me rather a limited occupation?—A pretty tiny 
horizon? Besides, I have to keep in practice. These 
are a sort of “daily dozen”—these forest trees! 

Myself 

Aren’t you funn} 7 ! 

Jack 

[Miserably] : I suppose so- 

Myself 

But not when you kill the giant! You’re awfully 
brave then! 

Jack 

[Doubtfully ] : Perhaps. But I’m sick of the gym¬ 
nastic life. ... I might as well be in a circus. [He 
sighs ] I do so want a little society—a few balls! 

Myself 

But if you didn’t kill the giant whatever would 
become of us? [ Remembering ] We are Myself [ Point¬ 
ing ] and I. 



44 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


Jack 

[ Tipping his hat] : Good evening, Ma’m . . . [Dis¬ 
gusted] Now, I ask you—that isn’t a very lordly way 
of addressing a lady, is it? I wish I could have a 
chance at something better! 

Deep Voice 

[Rumbling] : Fee! Fi! Fo! Fum!!!!!! 

Jack 

. [Grumbling] : Good Lord! There he goes! Way 
ahead of time, too. ... I can’t even talk to a lady 
five minutes before I have to get back on the old 
job. ... 

[He tips his hat and dashes off right.] 

Myself 

[Smoothing down her skirts] : I think that he has 
the makings of a gentleman in him—but of course, his 
upbringing—and his envirow-ment! He was every bit 
nice, though, and I hope I see him again, don’t you? 
[To I at the other side.] 

[Weird music sounds, and from the left seven little 
men dance on. They have long , snowy beards , 
and they carry shovels or picks. They use them 
in their dance.] 

Myself 

[Clapping when they have finished]: That was 
awfully nice . . . and I’m so glad you came. How is 
Snow White? 



FAIRY TALE WOOD 45 

First Dwarf 

[With concern ]: What! Another little girl! 
Myself 

[ Quickly ] : Two of us! I’m over there—but I never 
say much! 

Second Dwarf 

Of course! Of course! [They bow first to Myself, 
then to I.] 

Third Dwarf 

We’re delighted to see you, my dears. . . . [ But 
he doesn't sound like iL] 

Myself 

And we are—to see you! 

First Dwarf 

[Sighing] : You asked how Snow White is? 

Fourth Dwarf 

She’s just recovered from the apple trouble- 

Fifth Dwarf 

That stepmother of hers keeps after her 
eternally . . . 

Sixth Dwarf 

I’ve never seen such a jealous woman. 

Seventh Dwarf 

Jealous! My pick [or shovel , as the case may be ] ! 
That doesn’t begin to express it! 



46 FAIRY TALE WOOD 

First Dwarf 

She keeps us busy—that queen! 

Second Dwarf 

“We’ve had to study First Aid to revive our Ward 
from the poisoned comb alone, not to mention the 
apple. ... You wouldn’t think that a quarter of an 
apple would be so difficult to deal with. 

Third Dwarf 

A little girl is a great care, when her relatives are 
such a nuisance. ... I never did believe in queens! 

Fourth Dwarf 

You must admit though that the house has never 
been in such a spotless condition. She’s a splendid 
little housekeeper. 

First Dwarf 

[i Suddenly ]: Hurry, brothers! I feel it in my 
bones that something has happened to Snow White 
while we’ve been talking. 

[They burst mto sobs and scurry off right.] 

Myself 

I do hope that it’s nothing that they can’t cure 
her of. Dear me, now I’m all alone again with Myself. 

Voice 

[Off right ]: No. I’m coming just as fast as I 


can. 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 47 

[A girl in a white ball dress , minus one slipper , hops 
in. She starts to sit on the log , right.'] 

Myself 

[Alarmed] : Don’t! You’ll be sitting on some one! 

Cinderella 

[Apologetically ] : I’m so sorry! [To I] I beg your 
pardon! I didn’t see you till she spoke. I’ll sit next 
to you, if you don’t mind. 

Myself 

[Happily] : I’d love to have you, Cinderella! 

Cinderella 

That’s nice . . . because I’m so tired of running 
away from that ball. And I hate to get the lovely 
stockings that Godmother gave me ruined just be¬ 
cause I lost my slipper. Stupid of me! But the 
clock struck too soon. I just know it was fast—• 
twenty minutes fast, at least. [Resignedly] There’s 
no use arguing about it though. 


Myself 

But you had a heavenly time at the ball, didn’t 
you? 


Cinderella 


[Doubtfully]: Yes. . . . But the season’s begin¬ 
ning to seem long. Perhaps I’m a bit tired of the ball 


48 FAIRY TALE WOOD 

and having the Prince tell me how beautiful I am. . . . 
And then, my sisters—there’s always that fuss the 
next morning when they bring the slipper around. 
It’s awfully wearing to have to go through with it so 
often. . . . 

Myself 

[ Shocked ] : Please don’t say that. . . . You make 
me feel very queer—and unhappy. 

Cinderella 

I’m sorry—but it’s true. ... I guess I must be 
just a little bit human, for I want a change. I want 
a vacation in the country. 

Myself 

Really, it’s more and more and more upsetting! 
But—Listen! 

Voice 

[ From left ] Now we’ll have to go straight home 
and change into dry clothes. Oh, dear! I’m getting 
sniffles already. . . . 

Another Voice 

You ought to be hardened by this time. . . . Good¬ 
ness knows we’ve been drenched often enough. I’ll 
bet, though, that if we exercised a lot they’d dry and 
we wouldn’t have to rush right back—just yet. 

[A little boy and girl appear right , swinging an empty 
pail between them.\ 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 49 

The Little Girl 

Do you think they would dry? Oh, do you think 
so? We might dance—that is, if your head doesn’t 
ache too much. . . . 

The Boy 

It doesn’t. . . . 

[They dance. At the end they stumble and both 
sprawl , the pail between them. Cinderella and 
Myself laugh heartily .] 

. The Boy 

[Looking up , chagrined ] : Oh! We didn’t see you! 
Myself 

[ Trying to be polite ] : ’Scuse us for laughing but it 
was funny! 

The Little Girl 

Of course! And the worst of it is that we’ll never 
get over it! Never! 

The Boy 

We’ve done it so often that it’s second nature—just 
like breathing—and I’m tired of it. I want a change! 

The Girl 

So do I. . . . 

Myself 

Well, I declare- 

Cinderella 

[Wide-eyed]*. You, too? 



50 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


The Girl 

[Getting up] : Yes, and what’s more, I’m going to 
try to find some one in authority who can get us a 
new story right away. How would you like having to 
get your clothes soaking wet every day of your life? 

The Boy 

And having to break your crown into the bargain? 

The Little Girl 
Come on, Jack! 

[They go off right , hand in hand.] 

Myself 

[Running to look after them] : I declare! [She sighs 
heavily and turns to Cinderella] I can’t imagine what 
the place is coming to. No one is happy and no one 
is contented. . . . Look! Here come some more! 

[She goes to meet another couple who wander in from 
the left , strewing breadcrumbs.] 

You must be Hansel and Gretel. [She speaks hope¬ 
fully] I wish you such a good evening! 

Hansel and Gretel 

[Busily strewing crumbs] : Good evening! 

Myself 

Please stop just a minute and talk to me. . . . 
Hansel 

We’d love to, but we haven’t time. We’ve got to 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


51 


get to the old witch’s by twelve sharp—and that means 
that there’s not a minute to lose. 


Myself 

Well, I’ll walk along a little way, if you don’t 
mind. I can talk to you and ask you a question or 
two that way, can’t IP That would be all right? 

Gretel 

Yes ... I should think so . . . Shouldn’t you, 
Brother? 

Hansel 

If you don’t step on the crumbs—it’s awfully im¬ 
portant that the birds find them. . . . 

Myself 

Oh, who ever would think of doing such a thing? 
I only want to ask you a question. 


Hansel 

Very well. . . . 

Myself 


I want to know if you’re happy doing this? 


Hansel 

Why, I—[ Tie stops short.] 

Gretel 

[Plaintively ] : It’s a little- 

[They look at each other and then with great de¬ 
termination fall to scattering the crumbs again.] 



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Myself 

Please, please, don’t say that you’re tired of it. 
Why you have the loveliest story. Every one else is 
fussing about theirs—but you’re not!—Oh, say you’d 
rather be Hansel and Gretel than any other people in 
all Fairy Tale Wood! 

Gretel 

I—I would like a little less scarey story for a while. 
I get so frightened and trembly when I’m at the old 
witch’s house. . . . Oh, oh, oh! 

Hansel 

There! There! Perhaps next year we can have 
something easier and pleasanter to do, Little Sister. 

[They go out right , Hansel comforting Gretel. 

Myself stands motionless , looking after them.~\ 

Cinderella 

Oh, don’t you feel badly now? It might be a lot 
worse . . . indeed it might. Why, they were still play¬ 
ing, weren’t they? And if you hadn’t asked them you’d 
never have known that there was a thing the matter. 
[She gets up and starts hopping towards the left ] 
I mustn’t stay any longer . . . my sisters will scold as 
it is. Good night. I’m sorry things are in such a 
state of unrest. 

Myself 

I suppose it can’t be helped. But oh, Cinderella, 
have you far to go? 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 53 

Cinderella 

Just ’round and about and over. 

Myself 

It sounds awfully far! Here’s my slipper. It’ll 
be big enough for you at any rate. Please take it. 

Cinderella 

[Fitting the slipper on ] : It is a little large, but 
thanks so much. You’re a dear. I’ll see that you get 
it again. Good night! 

[She goes off left.] 

Myself 

[Wanders to the log and sits next to I] : It seems 
as though the world were coming to an end. Here come 
some more. Seven more! 

[Music is played and the Seven Swans (changed into 
their rightful shapes again , excepting the young¬ 
est who still has a wing instead of an arm) dance 
in.] 

Myself 

[ When they have finished] : Lovely! [She hops for¬ 
ward towards them] ’Scuse me. [As they stare at her 
queer procedure] I loaned my slipper to Cinderella— 
and the ground is damp. 

First Brother 

Ah, then there is nothing to excuse, is there, 
Brothers ? 


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Other Brothers 

[Bowing in chorus ] : Nothing whatsoever! 

Myself 

I want to thank you for dancing so beautifully,— 
but more especially for—now you won’t think this 
queer—I want to thank you for being so happy. [The 
Brothers look at each other startled ] Every one else 
is so discontented that it’s positively made me want 
to cry. 

Fifth Brother 

Really now, I—I’m sorry- 

Third Brother 

You mustn’t let it affect you though, because— 
Well- 

Fourth Brother 

When you consider the perpetual life of a fairy-tale 
person, why then perhaps you wouldn’t blame the ones 
you’ve met. 

The Youngest Brother 

[The one with the swan's wing~\ : I feel sure that 
our story is waiting! Come along, Brothers. [In a 
stage whisper ] : Don’t make the poor .little thing feel 
any worse. Come along. The less said the better! 

First Brother 

I’m sorry, my Lady, that we can’t remain with you 
longer, but our story is about to begin again. . . . 




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Chorus of Brothers 

Good Evening! 

[They bow sedately and walk out right .] 

Myself 

[Turning to I]: Whatever did they mean? Do 

you ’spose they feel the same way?—I wonder- 

[She stops short, for the ringing of a bell off-stage 
left arrests her attention. A Prince, plumed hat 
and all, enters. He carries a bell which he rings 
vigorously, and holds before him a herald’s 
trumpet, which gives no sound, but from which is 
suspended a gorgeous cloth, bearing the legend: 
“STRIKE! WE WANT A CHANGE .” He 
comes center stage, sees Myself and stops.] 

Prince 

[Taking an attitude ]: Ah, Lady! What fair 
princess is this? [Then disgustedly ] Excuse me, but 
those old lines of mine will pop into my conversation. 
It’s no wonder at all that I’ve become a radical, is it? 
[He points to his banner ] I say, why don’t you join? 

Myself 

[Curtsying low ] : I’ve never met a prince before! 
Please, Your Highness, aren’t you Prince Charming? 

Prince 

[Bored] : Yes. You guessed me.—But “Charming” 
isn’t my real last name. It’s my mother’s maiden name. 



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They thought it would fit in all the stories better 
than my own, so I have to use it generally; I am in 
so many stories that I get mixed up sometimes myself. 

Myself 

Oh, do you play all the prince’s parts? How in¬ 
teresting . . . ! 

Prince 

Keeps me busy, changing from my own hair into a 
wig, depending on whether I’m dark or light . . . and 
keeping my clothes in order with trotting around so! 
Why I have to keep seven valets ! 

Myself 

It must be wonderful to be so important. What 
story are you in today? 

Prince 

Not any. I’ve struck. We’ve most of us struck 
. . . and I’m the leader—the head of the whole thing. 
It’s great to get in touch with all sorts of people for 
once. You see, in the stories I almost always meet 
only the upper, upper class—except the ladies, but 
they all turn princesses as soon as they meet me and 
we rule over the kingdom together just as soon as the 
Mater and Pater die. Poor dears, they're kept at it. 

Myself 

But aren’t you a little like the Sultan—having so 
many wives? 



FAIRY TALE WOOD 57 

Prince 

Not at all. I’m nothing but an institution,—the 
perfect man! The stories are always calling for a 
prince—and they send me. But I’m not going any 
more. I’m on a strike! This was to have been a 
signal for the others. [He tries to blow the trumpet ] 
You see [he grins ] even the trumpet’s on a strike. 
It’s been used so much in all the big scenes that it’s 
worn out. They’ll hear the bell just as well, though. 
[He rings again ] Unless you join, you’d better go 
over to that log and sit down. .There’ll be an awful 
mob. 

[The little girl hurries to seat herself beside I. Left 
and right comes the mob , Red Riding Hood, Jack, 
the Giant-Killer, The Seven Swans, Jack and 
Jill, The Seven Dwarfs, Hansel and Gretel, 
and last , Cinderella, bringing the borrowed 
slipper , which she returns with a kiss. Each 
striker bears a banner or wears a sandwich with 
the words “ STRIKE! 1 WANT A CHANGE!” 
printed upon it. Music sounds, and parading, 
they circle the stage several times. The Prince 
leading , they go off left, leaving Myself and I, 
all alone , crumpled up in a disconsolate little heap 
on the log. The music is dying away , the moon 
goes behind a cloud, and Darkness or 


The curtain falls.] 


SCENE II 


\^‘And they lived happily ever after!” The scene is 
the same as before. Moonbeams begin to filter 
through the trees again . Soft music is heard , and 
one by one , from behind the foliage at the back , 
lovely ladies in rainbow-colored dresses glide into 
the open space and weave in and out , moving with 
classic grace . Myself watches with growing in¬ 
terest . When they have finished she springs up 
joyfully , hopefully.~\ 

Myself 

Please, dear, dear people! You are happy, aren’t 
you? 

First Hour 

Happy? Of course! Why, we’re called the Happy 
Hours! 

Myself 

Really! Then we’ve known a lot of you before. 

Second Hour 

I hope so. But won’t you tell us who you are. We 
have so many friends that we’re a little forgetful. 
What is your name? 


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Myself 

Gentle Reader—Myself and I! Just say YOU, 
that’s enough, though. 

Third Hour 

Do you like the wood? And how long have you been 
here ? Have you met . . . ? 

Myself 

We came about an hour ago,—and we’ve met a lot 
of people,—but we—we aren’t as happy as we hoped 
we’d be visiting such a famous place. We feel so—so 
sad—and scared! 

Fourth Hour 

Come, sit down and tell us all about it . . . 

[They form a semicircle .] 

Myself 

[Hesitating before taking her place in the ring , 
center back ] : Cinderella said the ground was damp. 

Fifth Hour 

This ground is enchanted. It’s not in the least damp. 
Cinderella is just afraid of spoiling her ball clothes. 
Her Godmother gave her a lovely outfit, you know; but 
they have to last a long time, those clothes. . . . 

Myself 

That’s just it . . . That’s why I’m sad. It wouldn’t 
matter if she ruined her stockings—if she got them 


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just full of railroad tracks—or if she spilled strawberry 
jam all down her dress. 

Sixth Hour 

What! 

Myself 

No! Because she’s struck! She’s tired of dancing. 
She doesn’t want to go to the ball any more. . . . She’s 
tired of dancing—and the PRINCE IS TIRED OF 
PRINCING! 

Seventh Hour 

I’ve never heard of anything so ridiculous! 

Myself 

It just scares me to pieces. Why! There won’t 
be any fairy stories at all soon. The strike will spread 
into other countries—and we won’t be able to borrow 
from Mr. Hans Christian Andersen, or from those nice 
Grimm Brothers—or from anybody! 

Eighth Hour 

A strike! You say they’re striking? 

Myself 

[ Nodding ] : They all say that they’re tired of their 
stories. They don’t like what they’re doing. 

Ninth Hour 

Oh, Tempora! O Mores ! This certainly sounds like 
a calamity. I’m beginning to feel nervous, too ! 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


61 


First Hour 

Don’t say that! Don’t let yourself think that. First 
thing you know in will come the Little Fears . . . Oh, 
Oh, Oh! Too late! 

[ Hoppity , slay pity music sounds and im dance some 
eerie little people dressed in greens and browns. 
They carry long sticks and poke at the Happy 
Hours now and then , and laugh at their discom¬ 
fiture. The Little Fears are dancing madly on , 
when center back a glorious light appears and we 
see a Fairy. (We know because of her great gauzy 
wings and the sweetness of her smile.) She waves 
her wand. The music crashes into silence. The 
Little Fears stop as though frozen. She waves 
her wand again , and they scamper away , as they 
came , from the left and right.'] 

The Lovely Person 

[Turning to the Happy Hours and Myself and I] : 
Now, my dears, tell me what your troubles are! Oh, 
you needn’t be surprised that I know something is 
wrong when there are Little Fears about. [She fondles 
Myself’s hair.] 

Myself 

[Jumping up and hugging her] : I feel so much bet¬ 
ter now that you are here. It doesn’t seem 0 s though 
anything could be the matter now. 

A Happy Hour 

We were pretty miserable. 


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Myself 

[Looking up] : You are such a Lovely Person! 
Please, what is your name? 

Lovely Person 

Some people just call me that ! 

Myself 

[Puzzling] : I’m sure that I must have seen you 
before . . . 

Lovely Person 

Do you think so, Dear? 

Myself 

Perhaps it’s only because of your eyes . . . [Won- 
deringly] Your eyes are like Mother’s—and your 
smile is like Mother’s too—And your hands—they feel 
so smooth, and soft, and cool—like hers. . . . 

Lovely Person 

[Smiling] : I shouldn’t be at all surprised if we 
were —closely related—And I’ve known your Mother 
for a long, long time, my Dear. [Tunning to the 
Hours] And now, tell me what let those Fears in to 
sadden you, Happy Hours? What was the matter? 

An Hour 

We were afraid there wouldn’t be any more fairy 
stories . . . 

Lovely Person 

No more fairy stories ! Ridiculous! Why, the 
woods are full of them ! 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


63 


Myself 

Yes! We’ve met a lot of the leading ladies and 
gentlemen. But, Dearest, don’t you see, it’s this way. 
They’re tired of doing the same thing every time that 
any one reads about them or tells their story. They’ve 
gone on a strike and they won’t play any more! 

Lovely Person 

My wings! That does sound serious! No fairy 
stories! 

Myself 

[Turning to the Hours] : There wouldn’t be any 
more Happy Hours—at all! [She is nearly tearful /] 

Lovely Person 

Oh, my Dear, it would be pretty bad, but not so bad 
as that. We’d manage somehow to keep a few of 
them. . . . But now, about the strike! 


Myself 

They were parading—with banners and things, and 
Prince Charming was leading. I think I hear him now! 
[We hear a tinkling off stage.'] 


That bell? 


Lovely Person 


Myself 

[Nodding] : His trumpet was worn out, he said. 


Lovely Person 

We’ll see what can be done, for a world without 
fairy stories would certainly be a serious, serious 


64 FAIRY TALE WOOD 

place. I think we’ll have to summon them to court and 
hear their cases. 

Myself 

Are you going to be the Judge? 

Lovely Person 

[Solemnly] : I am! We’ll see if we can bring them 
to terms. . . . 

Myself 

I’m sure everything will be all right—and they’ll live 
happily ever after! 

Lovely Person 

[To the Happy Hours] : Please tell the strikers 
that they must appear at the hour of nine! [Several 
Hours hurry away leftV\ That’s a little late for you, 
jjiy Dear, but—I think that to-night it won t 
matter . . . 

Myself 

[Ecstatically hisses her ] : Dearest! You’re so good 
you know how much I want to see the wood in 
order. 

Lovely Person 

[To other Hours] : Don’t you think the court-room 
needs a dusting? There’s something about a dusty 
court-room that I can’t tolerate. [Other Hours 
miraculously yet feather dusters from behind trees and 
fall to , vigorously .] I’ll need the seat of justice—and 
I’ll need my judicial manner. Who’ll get them for me? 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


65 


[Still other Hours hurry away. The hell sounds 
nearer. The Hours bring in a rocking chair which 
they set on a raised place, center back.] 

An Hour 

The judge’s bench is ready, your Honor. 

[The Lovely Person seats herself—being very care¬ 
ful of her wings.] 

Lovely Person 
And my judicial manner? 

Another Hour 

[Brings shell-rimmed spectacles ]: Here, your 
Honor. 

Myself 

[Clapping gleefully] : Your judicial manner fits— 
but they do make you look—different! 

[She seats herself on the edge of the platform.] 

Lovely Person 

[To an Hour] : Tell the clock to strike nine. We’re 
quite ready. 

[Instantly we hear chimes, and then the Prince’s bell. 
He appears left, followed by the other strikers. 
They go before the judge and kneel.] 

Lovely Person 

[Holding out her wand ]: Arise, dear friends. 
[They get up, all looking very solemn] My, what a 
serious lot. . . . 


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Prince 

Our lives have become very serious, your Honor. 
We’re tired of them. That’s why we’re striking. We 
want to strike, for even though nothing comes of it, 
we’ll have had a little variety. 

Lovely Person 

You mean you’ll go back to your stories if the strike 
is unsuccessful? 

Prince 

[Squirming] : Well ... I didn’t exactly say that, 
your Honor. . . . 

Myself 

[Excitedly] : You might just as well have. You 
know, Prince Charming, that you practically said just 
that. Oh, I do so want to have you go back! 

Prince 

[Unhappily] : I didn’t think that you’d go and side 
against us! 

Myself 

Not against you. Not really! 

Prince 

Circumstantial evidence- 

Myself 

[Hurriedly] : It’s only because it would be so awful 
not to have you. Why, whatever would things come 
to if you didn’t find the fair lady and carry her off and 
live happily ever after? 



FAIRY TALE WOOD 


67 


Prince 

[Sighing] : I suppose there are two sides to it! 

Cinderella 

But don’t you see that if you’re considering me as 
the second side, why you’re wrong—because I’m strik¬ 
ing, too. I’m tired of social life and the eternities of 
living happily that follow each ball. It’s dreadfully 
wearing on the constitution, your Honor. [She is 
almost in tears.] 

Lovely Person 

Don’t cry, my dear. There may be a way out. Mat¬ 
ters worse than this have been mended. 

Red Riding Hood 

[Coming timidly forward ] : I know it’s not polite 
for me to suggest anything. Mother has always told 
me that children should be seen and not heard, but I 
hope that if you can mend things, you’ll mend my 
career. Just visiting Grandmother and getting swal¬ 
lowed alive and then saved by a woodsman isn t much 
of a life. . . . Think what an uninteresting biography 
I have! I don’t see why Cinderella isn’t satisfied. Why, 
I’m just aching for a season in town. There’s nothing 
I’d like better than to go to a ball every night! 

Cinderella 

That’s because you’ve never tried it. When I first 
sat among the embers I ached to go too . . . but 
simple life in the country is what I dream of. 


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Lovely Person 

The court will consider your cases. Now some of the 
others. The youngest ones first, please, so that they 
can get away early, [a Spying them on the outskirts 
of the crowd ] Jack and Jill, are you striking, too? 

Jack and Jill 

[Coming forward shyly'] : Yes ... we are, your 
Honor. . . . 

Lovely Person 

Why, my dears? 

Jack and Jill 

[Hesitating ] : We don’t like hills any more! 

Lovely Person 

[* Smiling] : Is that all? 

Jill 

And we hate getting our clothes wet every day, and 
every day! It seems like such a lot of fuss over noth¬ 
ing. I’d like to see some of the world ... I truly 
would! 

Jack 

And I’d like an adventure or two. Just falling down¬ 
hill seems awfully babyish. We’re growing up. 

[He tries to stretch himself into a tall, tall man, hut 
he's still Jack —and quite a little shaver.] 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 69 

Lovely Person 

[To the others ] : And the rest of you are all tired 
of being yourselves? 

Chorus 

We are! Oh, yes, we are! 

Lovely Person 

What makes you unhappy, Hansel? 

Hansel 

The excitement of wandering through the woods and 
the awful time we have at the Gingerbread House are 
upsetting Gretel. I’m afraid she’ll break down. I 
don’t mind a bit about myself ... I rather like my 
part—but I’ve got to look after Gretel! 

[The Seven Dwarfs step forward .] 

One Dwarf 

Please, your Honor, we’re getting pretty old to 
have entire charge of a little girl, especially one who 
has such various experiences as Snow White. 

Another 

We love her very dearly, but we feel that some 
younger people might be able to look out for her better! 
Perhaps some of the things which befall her might be 
averted. 

Lovely Person 

It comes out right in the end, though? 


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First Dwarf 

Yes. . . . But the whole experience is so harrow¬ 
ing— 

[The Seven Swans step forward .] 

First Brother 

Please, your Honor—if only we might change places 
with them! 

Second Brother 

We have such a useless existence. Our sister does 
everything for us—and we feel that we’d be more manly 
if we were active for a change! 

Lovely Person 

Next! 

Jack, the Giant-Killer 

[Stepping forward ] : Your Honor! [From the 
right flutter in any number of fairies! Jack steps 
back] More ladies! My case can wait. 

Myself 

[Clapping] : Oh, Jack, I just knew you had the 
makings of a gentleman in you. [In a loud whisper] 
Dearest, he’s awfully nice. I hope that you can give 
him what he wants. [Aloud] Who are those? 

Lovely Person 

[Waving her wand]: They are the Good Fairies! 
Come won’t you dance for us? [Music! And the 
Fairies dance.] 



FAIRY TALE WOOD 


71 


Fairy 

[ Curtsying low after the dance ] : We —w’e are 
striking, too, your Honor! We’re tired of being so 
awfully good. We’d like a change, too ! 

[From the left come Witches, riding broomsticks. 
They dance wildly about to weird music , and then 
bow before the judge.] 

A Witch 

We’re tired of witching—and we’re terribly bored 
with being continually in the saddle! Please, let us 
have something else to do ! 

[Out come their kerchiefs. They feel deeply about it.] 
Jack 

[At last taking his turn] : Your Honor, I’m so tired 
of climbing that beanstalk that—that I’d give the 
whole vegetable to any one who’d take it! If I could 
only move in high society for a while and learn the 
little niceties that make a gentleman! 

Myself 

[Jumping up] : Oh, Dearest! Couldn’t you trans¬ 
form the Prince into Jack and Jack into the Prince, 
and-• 

Prince 

Superb! Could you, your Honor ? It would give me 
a chance to get away from late hours and have a little 
real excitement. Fee Fi Fo Fum! 

[He laughs delightedly!] 



72 FAIRY TALE WOOD 

Lovely Person 

How would you like it, Jack? 

Jack 

[Almost speechless with joy ] : To be Prince Charm¬ 
ing! Oh, I say-! 

Myself 

Could you do it, Dearest? 

Lovely Person 

It might be difficult, but it’s worth trying. 

Myself 

Perhaps—perhaps Cinderella would like to be Red 
Riding Hood and Red Riding Hood could be Cinderella 
and have seasons in town . . . 

Red Riding Hood 

[ Glowing ] : It would be wonderful. . . . 

Cinderella 

[Equally elated ]: I can smell the country even 
now. [To Myself] What a darling you are! 

Lovely Person 

And the Seven Dwarfs and the Seven Swans might ex¬ 
change! And Jack and Jill, and Hansel and Gretel— 
that would give Gretel’s nerves a rest- 




FAIRY TALE WOOD 


73 


Prince 

And the Witches and the Fairies! Can you do it?— 
and will you do it? 

Lovely Person 

f Nodding slowly and solemnly ] : It will be black 
magic—but if you are willing—it shall be done! First 
let me ask you some questions. Are you quite ready 
to look exactly like the person you’re transformed 
into ? 

Chorus 

Oh, yes! 

Lovely Person 

You’re willing to have the same voice—the same 
everything except their present unhappiness and dis¬ 
content ? 

Chorus 

We are! Oh, Yes! 

Lovely Person 

And you promise to live happily ever after and to 
play your parts just as they were first made up by the 
story-teller? 

Chorus 

We do! We do! 

Myself 

Then please, please, Dearest! 

Lovely Person 

[Rising] : Very well! Are you ready to obey abso¬ 
lutely? [There is a -flutter of excitement , then 


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absolute silence ] Follow directions closely! Hansel 
and Gretel stand here (L). Jack and Jill here (R). 
Seven Dwarfs here (L). Seven Brothers here (-R)* 
Red Riding Hood (L). Cinderella here (R). Jack, 
the Giant-Killer here (L). Prince here (J 2 ). The 
Good Fairies here (L). Witches here (R). [They 
take their places as directed ] Now we’re ready. Don t 
be afraid, the process is simple and not at all painful, 
but it’s black magic —B LACK. . . . 

[The lights go out; everything is suddenly pitched into 
darkness. Crashing chords of music are heard. 
The lights go on, the music becomes soft and 
sweet. Lo! The MAGIC is completel Where 
Cinderella was, Red Riding Hood stands, ex¬ 
amining her dress and the contents of her basket. 
Red Riding Hood, now Cinderella, is trying 
dance steps and deep curtsies. Jack, changed 
into the Prince, bows low over her hand and says 
“LADY” in deep, heart-felt tones. The Seven 
Dwarfs dance a jig in happiness. Jack and Jill 
are giggling over their pail and the piece of brown 
paper which Jill is trying to plaster over Jack’s 
crown. Hansel and Gretel are taking stock of 
their pebbles and crumbs. The Prince, changed 
into Jack, is stretching himself and gleefully test¬ 
ing his muscles. The Seven Brothers shake 
hands over the transformation. The Witches 
make trial flights and the Fairies practise waving 
their wands. Every one is extremely happy!\ 


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Myself 

[Turning from watching them , throws her arms 
about the Lovely Person] : It’s wonderful! And 
they’re all so happy! Thank you, thank you a thou¬ 
sand times! 

[The Happy Hours are circling around. One by one , 
the others begin to sway to the music until we have 
them all dancing , weaving in and out in a great 
ladies’ chain. The Lovely Person and Myself 
(the little girl standing on the rocker to see bet¬ 
ter) look cm.] 

Prince 

[To his astonishment blows on the trumpet and we 
are thrilled by a long blast .] 

Lovely Person 

The strike is over—even for the trumpet. The 
Stories are waiting for you. You’re sure that you 
know your new parts? 

Chorus 

[They have stopped dancing and are waiting eagerly 
for her words ] : Yes, yes! We know our parts! 
Lovely Person 

Then hurry, hurry, hurry, my dears. A great many 
little people are waiting—even though it is shockingly 
late. ... I suppose there’s that new daylight saving 
to blame. 

New Cinderella 

[ Waving , as she goes left ] : Good-by and thank 


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you! I’m off to sit among the cinders^ first—and then 
I’m going to the ball. [She ships away .] 

Red Riding Hood 

Good-by, Gentle Reader! [She hurries off right.] 
Jack 

[Bowing low] : Farewell, ladies! I am a thousand 
times grateful to you! [He strides after Cinderella.] 

Lovely Person 

The Happy Hours are waiting to introduce you to 
the children. Scamper! 

Others 

Good-by! Good-by! Thank you! Thank you! 
Myself 

Good-by! I’ll see you soon! 

Lovely Person 

[When she and Myself and I are alone] : Way 
past bedtime. . . . 

[She gathers the little girl into her arms as she seats 
herself in the rocker.] 

Myself 

[Nodding sleepily] : Way past—but first — . . . 
Lovely Person 

[Puzzled] : But first —what, Dear? 


FAIRY TALE WOOD 


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They lived. 


Myself 


Lovely Person 
They lived happily ever after! 

[And the darkness (or the curtain) falls .] 









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THE PAGEANT OF CHUM’S COVE 

A Fairy Play in Three Scenes 

Note: The title may he changed, so that it would 
he suitable to any camp, thus—“The Pageant of 
Aloha,” or “The Pageant of Mystic.” For the camp 
colors, blue and gold, others may be substituted. For 
orchids, larkspur, and tall blue bellflowers, local wild- 
flowers may be inserted. In the beginning of Scene III 
the age of the camp must be changed . 


THE PAGEANT OF CHUNN’S COVE 
Characters 


Teeny 

Tiny 

Gentle Breeze 
The Queen 
Four Pages to the 
Queen 
Twin kl abit 
Gayleaf 

SUNSETGLOW 

Dainty Shade, and her 
followers 

Rosy Cloud, and her fol¬ 
lowers 

Bird Note Tuner 
Wood wise 


Cricket 

Sad-glad April Souls 
Dancers of Dixie 
Little Miss Moffets 
Spiders 

Fairy Dancers 
Fleet Wing 

The Spirit of the Camp 

A Great Moth 

A Big Spider 

A Bat 

Good News 

Fireflies 

Two Little Butterflies 


Originally produced August, 1919, again in 1920, by Chunn’s 
Cove Camp. 

Copyright, 1923, by Carola Bell. Permission for performances 
of any kind must be obtained from the author, in care of The 47 
Workshop, Harvard College, Cambridge, Mass. 


THE PAGEANT OF CHUNN'S COVE 


SCENE I 

[Scene: The edge of a fairy pond. At the right is a 
large glistening spiderweb , at the left , a big , white 
toadstool , on which Teeny, a little fairy , lies 
asleep. From the left , another little figure , Tiny, 
creeps in and tickles the sleeper's nose with a long 
straw .] 

Tiny 

Awake friend Teeny! Do not let the moon 
Bright there on high among those twinkling stars 
Send down her beams upon a sleeping elf. 

Your napping time is up! 

Teeny 

[Stretching cros$ly~\ 

But why need you, 

E’en though the moon is high and full as now, 

So rudely wake me, from as gentle a sleep 
As Rip’s, of whom I’ve oft heard tell- 

Tiny 

Ah, me! 

Well, if you plan to sleep for twenty years 
I’ll leave you, though it makes me very sad 
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When I’d a secret for your ears alone. . . . 

But then, if you must sleep. 

[Pretending to go away\ 

Teeny 

Oh, Tiny, stay, 

And tell me all you know. I’ll keep awake! 

But haste. I’m all attention. See, my ears 
Are cocked to hear that secret’s smallest word. 

You wouldn’t keep me longer in suspense- 

It would be cruel. . . . 

Tiny 

[Leaning his elbow on the toadstood and feigning great 
seriousness ] 

Well and good! You swear 
That on your honor as the Queen’s own page, 

You will not tell unto a Mortal Soul- 

Or Fairy? [Teeny nods ] Swear it by a spider’s eye 
And mousie’s tail- 

Teeny 

[Impatiently, but impressed .] 

I swear. But hurry! Oh, 

You waste more time! 

Tiny 

Last, you must cross your heart! 
Teeny 

My heart! I haven’t any! 





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Tiny 

Well, aday— 

The place where it’s supposed to be. . . % 

Teeny 

[Makes a sweeping cross over his entire little chest.] 
Tiny 

[j Sighing ] 

Ah, me! 

But what a great heart you would be, Teeny, 

If only you were mortal. 

Teeny 

[Stamping his foot ] 

Now tell it! 


Tiny 

[In a stage whisper ] 

I crept along one night. The moon was up. 

The world was bright, almost as bright as noon. 

Upon the edge of this same pool, I saw- 

Guess what? 

Teeny 

[. Excitedly ] 

The rainbow’s pot of molten gold! 

Tiny 

[Dramatically ] 

A fairy,—lying fast asleep. His name 
Was Teeny! 

[Teeny jumps down and dashes after his tormentor . 




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They scamper out left. Several larger fairies enter 
left. They dance slowly and rhythmically across 
the stage to the right , thus screening the center , 
where a fairy banquet table is placed. When the 
dancers finish and exeunt right , Fairy Gentle 
Breeze remains , flitting about , making final prep¬ 
arations for the feast. She may sing a song , if 
desired. Teeny and Tiny enter left. Tiny drops 
down out of breath and Teeny rolls over him. 
They both sit up and laugh merrily.'] 

Teeny 

Well, Fm surprised. Look yonder, Tiny, boy! 

[j He rubs his eyes.] 

Tiny 

I had forgot. Tonight, they say the Queen 
Will celebrate one of her birthdays here. 

She can’t remember which,—no more can I, 

For she was centuries old when I was born. 

But now—tonight, the Fairies all hold fete 

For her. They plan a gorgeous feast. And see- 

The table’s to be there. In truth ’tis why 
I wakened you before. I had forgot 
My reason. 

[They laugh together again.] 

Teeny 

Now let’s go to wash our wings 
With honey-dew, in honor of our Queen. 







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Tiny 

I mean to brush my curls with thistle-down. 

[They hurry out right. Soft music is heard and 
Gentle Breeze beckons to Fairies off left. They 
enter and dance , strewing flowers. The music 
changes to a gay march , four little pages come 
tnpping in , followed by the Queen and a lovely 
company. They stand about the table while the 
Queen seats herself on the toadstool. Teeny 
and Tiny rush in , breathless , and serve her.~\ 

Queen 

You do me honor, Fairies dear. This day 
I will not soon forget, but treasure up 
As if ’twere jewels in a chest of gold. 

Make merry, pray, and let sweet music sound 
Which may delight our ears, and for our eyes 
Let there be dancing, rhythmical and gay. 

Go, Teeny, bring to me the loving cup, 

Filled to the brim with purest evening dew, 

Caught when the moon’s first ray fell on the grass. 
I’ll drink, and then we’ll pass the cup around. 

[She raises her glass and makes the toast ] 

This land—our land—the loveliest of all! 

[All raise their glasses .] 

Evening Breeze 

We drink now to the Queen. We pray that she 
May live forever in these woods and hills. 


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Another Fairy 

The Queen! 

Fleet Wing 
The Queen of Fairyland! 

Rosy Cloud 

Our Lady! 

[Cricket comes out , and , standing by the spiderweb , 
plays soft music on the violin. The Fairies start 
their feast.] 

Twinklabit 

Please pass the cobweb jelly. 

Gayleaf 

Fairies, dear, 

Didst ever taste more luscious moonbeam sauce . . . ? 
Sunsetglow 

Look! Look! Here come the Sad-glad Souls of 
April! 

[Music sounds , and any number of girls in pale dresses 
enter and dance. There is applause when they 
have finished.] 

Queen 

Dear Cricket, play, I pray, that tune that we 
So oft have heard in these last sixty years. 

And, Dixie! Come and dance for us ! Come dance! 
[Little girls m old-fashioned dress , dance quaintly with 
curtsies and bobbings.] 

Miss Moffets, dance, and watch the spiders spry! 


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[Little ladies, with bowls and spoons come forward 
and dance < They are frightened away by several 
delight fid spiders .] 


Queen 

Is thoughtful, when they have finished, and looJcs into 
the distance.'] 

Dear little people, I’ve been thinking long 
Of something which though very sad is true- 

All 

Oh, tell us- 

Queen 

Well, I’ve tried, yes, very hard, 

But still, I cannot drive away the sorrowing 
thoughts. 

—Our land—you think it very beautiful? 


Yes! Yes! 


All 


Queen 

We know ’tis true. We love it so 
That every little flower, each tree, the brooks, 
This lake, the fluttering butterflies, the bees 
That hum and store the sweetness from the heart 
Of each gay blossom, as a friendly word 
Is treasured up within a stranger’s breast; 

All these seem to belong to us, and we 
Unwittingly have grown so used by now 
To thinking it, that we are selfish. This 
Of course must change. But how ? I question you! 




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Teeny 

[ Tearfully\ 

We will not have to lose our Queendom? Oh . . . ! 
Queen 

No, Teeny, no! The flowers, clouds, and all, 

Need much attention from my little band. . . . 
Yet find a way we must, that we may share 
Our Fairyland with others, much less blessed. 

[There is a minute's silence . They take various at¬ 
titudes of thought .] 

Think hard! 

[They wrinkle their brows. Teeny and Tiny rock back 
arid forth in their efforts .] 

Teeny 

[Clapping his hands joyously ] 

I have it! 

Queen 

Tell us and be quick! 

Teeny 

A Camp ! Let’s have a girl’s camp in these hills! 
We would need Mortal’s help to carry through 
Our projects, and those people who live near 
Our Fairy lake, they understand our ways. . . . 
They are the ones to start the work along! 

Tiny 

[Springing up with his glass ] 

I drink to Teeny! The Camp! and the Queen! 


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Ale 

To Teeny! The Camp! And the Queen! 

[Cricket plays jubilant music . The Fairies dance 
about the Queen, and Teeny and Tiny, who stand 
proudly beside her .] 


[The Stage is Darkened .] 


SCENE n 


[Scene: The same as Scene I. The Queen is seated 
upon the big toadstool. The Fairies dance in the 
space where the table stood. Cricket plays. In 
•various attitudes at center bach are little old men , 
wizened Fairies, busy with boxes , bags , and 
bundles . At the left bach , behind the web , are 
groups of taller Fairies, engaged with brushes and 
paint pots , brooms and spindles. The music stops 
suddenly , and as the Queen claps her hands , the 
dancers fall into low curtsies , and remain silent 
while the Queen speahs.~\ 

Queen 

It is high time we were about our work. 

We must prepare the woods for all the girls 

With whom we’re pledged to share our Fairyland. 

Camp soon begins; our friends have labored hard, 

And so must we. Come, come now! Let’s away! 

But first report of what you do tonight. 

You Tiny, tell me of your evening’s task! 

Tiny 

Teeny and I will polish up the lake 

To make it shine the more when the full moon 
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Looks down, that in its glowing path the girls 
May recognize a Fairy bridge, and see 
The fireflies as Fairy lamps. 

Dainty Shade 

[Coming forward with paint pot and brushes , followed 
by several others ] 

And we, 

Oh, Queen, will paint anew the flowers, that they 
May blush more rosily. 

Rosy Cloud 

[With companions ] 

We have some tints 

That will be lovely on those fleecy clouds 
That float all day above the high, high hills. 

Queen 

[To others who come forward ] 

Go, friends, and paint the orchids’ golden buds, 

Trim fine their fringes, and then use true blue 
On the larkspur and the tall blue bellflower. 

You, Fleet Wing, tell the bees to hum more sweetly. 

Bird Note Tuner 

[Comes tottering out with a bag of tools ] 

I’m making haste to put the birds in tune. 

There are a number who have sung so long 
Their throats are rusty, and they miss a note 
Right often. 

[He starts to leave , shaking his head.] 


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Queen 

But they sound so sweet to me! 

[*She smiles.'] 

I see! This is your meaning! You must tone 
Them down somewhat, else Mortals all would say, 
“Such sweet, sweet music can’t be truly real!” 
Have I guessed right, Old Tuner? 

Bird Note Tuner 

Yes, your Grace! 

Woodwise 

[i Struggling with a rustic box, center stage , looks up 
as the Queen approaches him] 

This chest will hardly hold our treasure, Queen. 

Ah, now, I’ve managed to make fast the lid. 

I’ll guard it well, your Highness, lest the girls 
Who are about to share our Fairyland 
Should even get a peep into the box. 

For, should they gain possession—I would die! 

Queen 

[Sadly shaking her head ] 

Yes, Woodwise, should you lose your secrets there, 

Of forest and of field and meadow lore, 

Your life would end, you could not enter more 
The Fairy Gates! [ More cheerfully] But now, 
all haste away! 

[ They flit away, the lady Fairies first, then the little old 
men. Teeny and Tiny go along the lake, along the 


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banks of the pool, left and right, and seem to be 
scrubbing the edges of the water. The Queen still 
sits upon the toadstool. The lights grow dim. Sud¬ 
denly airy music sounds and from many parts little 
fireflies come out, little people dressed in fluffy red, 
carrying flickering lanthorns. Some dance about 
the Queen, while others sway by the water’s edge, 
their lights reflected in the mirror-like surface of 
the lake. They finally disappear. The music 
changes, and A Great Night Moth flits in and 
dances . From the web a huge Spider ambles, and 
tries to ensnare the Moth. She eludes him and 
flies out. Next a Bat sweeps in and whirls about. 

. The Queen is nodding on her toadstool, when 
through the woods is heard the voice of Good 
News.] 

Good News 

. . . Oh, hear ye all! Camp Spirit’s born! Oh, 
hear! 

[The little crier kneels at the feet of the Queen, who 
sits up straight and rubs her eyes. When she fully 
comprehends she claps her hands joyously. From 
all sides Fairies come flitting in. They gather 
around the Queen, who is now standing tri¬ 
umphantly on the toadstool.'] 

Queen 

Be happy, Fairies dear! Camp Spirit’s born! 

Let us prepare to take him birthday gifts! 


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Teeny 

I’ll take those moonbeams that I found tonight 

Upon the lake! 

Tiny 

And I, a firefly’s lamp! 

Rosy Cloud 

I’ll give to him the love of sunset skies. 

Gayleaf 

And I, the love of walking in the rain! 

Queen 

Come, gather up your gifts, and let us go 

To the christening. My gift to him shall be— 

His name! 

All 

What? Tell us! Tell us! Do! Oh, what? 

Queen 

We’ll christen him-— the spirit of chunn’s cove ! 

[All raise their gifts in various shapes and wrappings 
above their heads and march out right. Wood- 
wise alone, remains beside the chest, his head sunk 
in his hands, his shoulders shaking. He finally 
looks after the departed gift bearers, then reso¬ 
lutely picks up the box and stumbles after the 
others. Sad, then joyous, triumphant music ac¬ 
companies this pantomime .] 


[The Stage is Darkened .] 


SCENE III 


[The same as Scenes I and II. Teeny and Tiny are 
sitting together on the toadstool , watching two 
little butterflies dancing in the twilight .] 

Teeny 

You must remember nearly four years past, 

The sacrifice dear Woodwise made. He gave 
His secrets to the Spirit of Chunn’s Cove. . „ 0 

Tiny 

Without them he could not exist, and so 
His little soul all withered up, and then 
The Evening Breeze blew it away. But see, 

The Spirit through that sacrifice has grown 
Quite strong and fair. The many other gifts 
He likewise treasured up. Not yet four years 
Is it, since he was born, but he doth know 
Most every nook and cranny of the hills. 

The birds, the trees, the flowers, the butterflies,—- 
They all are at his beck and call. 

Teeny 

The Queen 

No longer reigns alone. There is a King! 

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Tiny 

Ssh! Here he comes! 

[A tall , young man , dressed in blue and gold , enters 
from the right.'] 

The Spirit 

Pray, tell me where to find 
The Queen of Fairyland. I so admire 
My benefactress that I wish to pledge 
My loyalty to her, and her alone. 

Teeny 

The Queen comes yonder. Wait for her, I pray! 

[They skip away right.] 

The Spirit 

[To himself as he watches the Queen advance] 

I love her, yet have ne’er dared tell her, lest 
She, looking on me, turn away and frown. 

My heart beats faster as her steps draw near. 

Queen 

[Standing on the edge of the pool , and talking to her 
own reflection] 

But I am old, and he is young,— so young! 

He does not care for me; his mind is filled 
With other thoughts. His stay within this land 
Is very short. Two months he’s here; the rest 
He spends in wandering through the country wide. 

I love him, but the secret is my own, 

And he must never know! 


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The Spirit 

She speaks of love! 

Oh, if I could but dream she thinks of me! 

[He turns towards the Queen, who y startled , places her 
hand over her heart .] 

Ah, Queen, 

\He kneels before her~\ 

This is again your natal day, 

But yet I bring no gift, for all I have 
I owe to you, and those kind Mortals there 
Who keep the girls so happy, bright and gay. 

You give me courage though, to say, I love— 

I love you, Queen! I love you truly, Dear! 

My heart is full, and must in humbleness 
Speak out to you. 

Queen 

You make me very glad! 

I’ve been so lonely! Tell me once again- 

The Spirit 

You mean,—you mean that you, too, care for me? 
[The Queen shyly gives him her hand. He kisses it. 
She raises him to his feet.~\ 

I love you, Fairy Queen! I love you, Dear! 

Queen 

[Looking out over the woods and hills , takes it all in 
in a sweeping gesture .] 

Spirit, we’ll reign together here—for aye! 



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[Teeny and Tiny creep in , and begin a mad jubilant 
dance about the pair.] 

Teeny 

All hail the King! 

Tiny 

All hail the Queen! All hail! 

Teeny 

I’ll make some crowns! 

Tiny 

And I will call the rest! 

[They scurry out right. Immediately triumphant 
music sounds. Fairies drift in from all sides , 
and bow before the pair. Tiny returns , bearing on 
a cushion two crowns of blue and gold. The 
Queen takes one and places it on the head of the 
King, who kneels before her. She again helps him 
to rise , and he taking the other crown , places it 
on her little head. With banners of blue and gold 
the Fairy procession starts around the lake to 
visit the rest of the Kingdom in the land of forest 
and hills.] 


[The Stage is Darkened .] 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 

An Indian Legend in Three Scenes 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 
Characters 


Glad Heart 
Snowy Feather 
Red Bird 
Rainbow 
Gray Mist 
Silver Laughter 
Singing Water 
Murmuring Brook 
Sunshine 
Crimson Flower 
Tall Vine 


Fleet Foot 
Water Spirits 
Forest Spirits 
Warriors 
Snake Tongue 
The Indian Chief 
Men 
Women 
Cool Breezes 
The Voices of Glad 
Heart’s New People 


Copyright, 1923, by Carola Bell. Permission for performances 
of any kind must be obtained from the author, in care of The 47 
Workshop, Harvard College, Cambridge, Mass. 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 


SCENE I 

[As the lights go up we see the edge of a wooded lake. 
In an open space are wigwams , and about a small 
campfire , Indian girls are seated , weaving and 
doing bead work. In their midst stands Glad 
Heart, tall and beautiful.'] 

Glad Heart 

[Spreading out her arms and breathing deeply] 

The day has left us, my Sisters. 

The west has flamed up red, 

The veils of mist and twilight float over us. 
Nowhere else in all the fields and hills and valleys 
Is the passing of day more beautiful than here. 
See how the silver light is kissing the waters. . . . 

I love my land, O Sisters! 

Never was a land more wonderful than this. 

We will live long here 
For I have heard Omeme, 

Cooing words of welcome to us. 

Snowy Feather 

I, too, love your land, Glad Heart, 

I, too, have heard Omeme. . . . 

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O, ’tis good to see clear water 
And the fireball slowly sinking. 

Red Bird 

It is good to see Shu-shu-gah, the blue heron, 
Wading in the shallow water. 

I will weave his long form with my grasses. 

Glad Heart 

You can draw his picture in the grasses of your 
basket 

And give it color from Memahgo, 

The blueberry that grows on the fringe of the 
woodland. 

Rainbow 

I love your land, 0 Glad Heart; 

Life is sweet here. 

In the village the wigwams were close, close together. 
There the earth is scarred and broken. 

In the village all is trade and barter. 

Gray Mist 

In the village all the talk is 

“How much corn will weigh against this bead belt!” 
Red Bird 

[Imitating a querulous voice] 

“You work slowly, Daughter! 

Such careful weaving eats the hours 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 103 

Snowy Feather 
Always, “Faster! Faster!” 

In the village we were slaves to trade; 

Here all the day and all the night is ours. 

Silver Laughter 
Here you rule, O Glad Heart! 

Singing Water 
We are your people. . . . 

Tall Vine 

You are like the happy huntress of the old tales. 
Sunshine 

You are the huntress, 

We are the maidens. 

Murmuring Brook 

Even now, does she not live among the stars? 

Red Bird 

Show her to me, Murmuring Brook; 

I would see the happy huntress. 

Murmuring Brook 

When the stars have pricked through the veil of 
darkness— 

Then shall you see her. 


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Crimson Flower 

A huntress in the stars of Heaven— 

Well and good! 

But we are only Indian maidens, 

Dwelling ’mongst the earth’s stars, ’mongst the 
flowers. 

We are maidens unprotected! 

Have you thought of that, O Glad Heart? 

Glad Heart 

There is nought to fear, Sisters Dear! 

I fear neither man, nor beast, nor spirit! 

Tall Vine 

What of Wawonaissa’s calling? 

[They listen. A whippoorwill whistles .] 

’Tis the signal! 

Some danger approaches! 

Glad Heart 

The little bird is not our outpost; 

Fleet Foot keeps the watch tonight. 

Sunshine 

It is well to keep watch in a new, strange land. 
Glad Heart 

I fear nothing for myself, dear Sisters ; 

For the strength of glistening water, 



Spirits of the 'Wood 











THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 105 


For the strength of the deep, green forest, 

The strength of all creatures has entered my spirit. 
Nothing can harm me; 

I shall live on—forever! 

Singing Watee 

—Like the huntress in the heavens! 

Geay Mist 

Would I felt such great strength in me! 

Snowy Feathee 

Tell us of it, Glad Heart! Tell us! 

Tell us how you know this new strength. . . . 

Gead Heaet 
The night is born, 

The winds are calling from afar—from ’cross the 
waters. 

When the new sun starts to creep up in the sky 
tomorrow, 

Then I will tell you. 

Put aside your grasses and your beads and your 
reeds! 

I hear music from the forest. . . . 

Red Bied 

Like the singing of the pine trees. . . . 

Taee Vine 

Like the whisperings of the birches. . . * 


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Gray Mist 

I seem to hear a melody, a melody of sweet¬ 
ness. . . . 

Silver Laughter 

The evening breeze is calling us, inviting us to 
dance. . . . 

Glad Heart 

[Joyfully] 

Your spirits are growing, 

You feel it, 

You hear it, 

The woodland is giving its strength to you, too. 
[Soft music, MacDowelVs “To a Wild Rose.” Swaying, 
gracefully bending and turning, they dance on 
the shore in the moonlight. When the music dies 
away, they sink down.] 

Silver Laughter 
The Breezes of our new land 
Make me very happy, Glad Heart! 

[Wawonaissa calls again.] 

Singing Water 
Wawonaissa warns us! 

Something evil is approaching! 

Tall Vine 

His call is an ill omen— 

In a new land, stories tell us. 


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Glad Heart 
This is no new land, Tall Vine. 

This is a land where I’ve lived in my dreams. 

Tall Vine 

I fear Wawonaissa. 

He warns us that we should return to the village! 

Murmuring Brook 
Leave all this beauty? 

Return to the village? 

Live for the making of baskets? 

Never romp more with the squirrel, Adjidaumo? 

Tall Vine 

Yet I fear Wawonaissa! 

Teach us to be strong as you are, dear Sister! 

Give me your courage! 

Glad Heart 

You are weary; 

The new land is far away from the village. 

Sleep! 

Gain strength from the long night; 

Then the calling of Wawonaissa will no longer 
afright you. 

Crimson Flower 
And you, Glad Heart . . . ? 

Glad Heart 
I must talk with our neighbors. 


108 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 


Sunshine 

The spirits! 

And you fear not ? 

Glad Heart 

I fear not. 

[Soft music, MacDowelVs “From an Indian Lodge.” 
They rise slowly and make their way to the wig¬ 
wams.'] 

May the stars shower smiling dreams on you. 

Silver Laughter 

May the waters sing sweet lullaby! 

Red Bird 

May the perfume of flowers bloom into slumber! 

Snowy Feather 

May the tall pines whisper to you! 

[They disappear into the wigwams. The music changes , - 
and we hear the running accompaniment of “The 
Waters of Minnetanka, An Indian Love Song ” 
by Lieurance. Glad Heart, rising, seems drawn 
to the water 1 s edge. Standing there with out¬ 
stretched arms, she sings the words of the song] : 

Moon, Dear, 

How near 

Your soul divine. 

Sun, Dear, 

No fear 

In heart of mine. 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 109 


Skies blue 
O’er you, 

Look down in love. 

Waves bright 
Give light 

As on they move. 

Hear now 
My vow 

To live, to die, 

Moon, Dear, Thee 
Thee near 

Beneath this sky. 

[As she sings, from out in the lake, nearer and nearer 
draw the Water Spirits, swimming with strong, 
graceful strokes. The accompaniment finally dies 
away. We hear only the song, sung sweetly by 
Glad Heart, the Water Spirits joining . That, 
too, dies away . . .] 

Glad Heart 

[Calling softly~\ 

My Sisters! 

Water Spirits 
Though we do not know you, 

We love you. 

[They are standing, hands joined, in the shallows .] 
Glad Heart 

I am Glad Heart. 

I came today, 


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Seeking a new land for myself and my maidens. 
We are weary of toil in the village. 

Barter and trade there are dulling the sunshine, 
Greed is stifling the laughter, 

Men are forgetting the spirits. 

My maidens and I have been seeking 
“The Land of the Glad Heart”—they call it! 
Here we saw Owaissa, the blue bird, pluming her 
feathers. 

A Water Spirit 

Yes, Owaissa drinks of our waters. . . . 

Another 

This is the Land of Happiness—of Glad Heart! 
Another 

You shall be our Sister. 

You shall rule o’er the water. 

Another 

We will show you that we love you; 

In the moonlight we will dance,— 

Leave the waves and the ripples, 

Leave the cool streams that cradle us. . . . 

Another 

We will dance beneath the moonlight! 

Another 

Hear the crooning of the wavelets. . . . 

[. Music , MacDowelVs “To a Water Lily'” Their 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 111 


white limbs gleaming in the moonlight , rushes and 
lilies twined in their green garments and in their 
hair , they dance. At the last notes they slide bach 
into the water. ] 

Glad Heart 

Read my heart; 

My poor words cannot tell you 
How I love you. 

Water Spirit 
You need only sing . . . 

We’ll hear you 

And in answer we’ll speed to you! 

Glad Heart 

Hark! 

The world breathes forth more music. . . . 

Never, never heard I melodies so sweet! 

[“ Waldweben” from Wagner 9 s “Siegfried.”] 

A Water Spirit 
That’s the singing of the forest. 

Another 

All the trees are telling 

Of the light and of the shadow. . . . 

Another 

The Spirits of the Woodland! 

See! They’re dancing! 


112 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 


Another 

They have come to greet you, Glad Heart! 

Another 

Farewell, Sister, 

And remember— 

With your song shall you command us! 

The Others 

[Like the swishing of water, as with strong, noiseless 
strokes, they swim into the darkness. . . .] 

Farewell. . . . 

[Glad Heart watches them disappear, and then drawn 
hy the music, she turns and see^s the Spirits, 
sylvan things, in the patch of moonlight. She 
rims to them joyously. They throw their arms 
about her, and draw her into the graceful move¬ 
ment of the dance. ] 

Glad Heart 

[ When the music has died away, ending like a sigh, 
and they are still swaying to its memory\ : 

I have dreamed of you, my Sisters! 

Often in the crowded village 

Have my thoughts been dancing with you 

In a land of moon and shadow. 

Now Fve come to live among you! 

Will you share your forest with me? 

A Forest Spirit 

We love those who love the woodland. 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 113 
Another 

You shall be our Sister, Glad Heart! 

Another 

Adjidaumo told us of your coming. 

Glad Heart 
Yes, he frisked along before us, 

Chattering of the forest wonders. 

A Spirit 

We sent Omeme to greet you. . . , 

Glad Heart 

Yes? 

He cooed a friendly welcome! 

Another Spirit 

[As they move towards the woods ] 

Come tomorrow to the forest. 

There are treasures waiting for you! 

'Glad Heart 

I will come. 

We have dreamed of all your treasures. . . . 

Them we value more than wampum. 

[They are moving towards the forest when the whip¬ 
poorwill* s notes sound nearer and more ominous 
than ever.~\ 

The Spirits 

Wawonaissa! 

[They vanish. From down the shore comes the sound 


114 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 

of flying feet. Glad Heart stands tense , listen¬ 
ing. The moon is under a cloud now , and she is 
lighted only hy the glow from the fire.] 

Fleet Foot 

[Dropping down before her , spent with running ] 
Warriors, Glad Heart— 

They are coming! 

Glad Heart 
Warriors, Fleet Foot! 

Fleet Foot 

Close upon us! 

Hidden in the tall Bemahgut, 

Hidden in the friendly grape vine, 

I heard all their careful planning! 

Glad Heart 

And they’re close upon us, Fleet Foot? 

Fleet Foot 

Close! 

Yet like a doe I’ve run before them! 

Glad Heart 

Do not tremble, Sister Fleet Foot! 

Come! We’ll haste to call the others, 

And then hide us in the forest. . . . 

[They hurry to the wigwams .] 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 115 

Snowy Feather! Red Bird! Gray Mist! 

Waken! 

An enemy is near! 

Fleet Foot 

Rainbow! Sunshine! Silver Laughter! Singing 
Water! 

Waken! 

Make haste, Crimson Flower ! 

Arise! Make ready! 

An enemy approaches! 

Glad Heart 

Quick! Into the forest, Tall Vine! 

Murmuring Brook, away! 

The woods will hide us! 

Fleet Foot 

[Peering down the shore ] 

There they are! 

I see them coming! 

[The moon is bright again. We see warriors skirting 
the forest .] 

Glad Heart 

[Whispering wildly ] 

The forest, Sisters! 

Quick! The forest! 

I will stay and keep them from you! 

I will stay! 

They shall not follow! 



116 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 


Sunshine 

[Sobbing] 

Go without you, Glad Heart? 

Never! 

Glad Heart 

Go ! I beg you! 

I fear nothing! 

This is MY land! 

Go! 

[The maidens disappear into the darkness of the wood. 
We see the warriors gesticulate , pointing to the 
forest , then to Glad Heart, who has left the 
wigwams and has gone swiftly to the water's edge. 
She stands a minute , looking after her maidens , 
then turns , and begins to sing agairi\: 

Moon, Dear, 

How near, 

Your soul divine. 

Sun, Dear, 

No fear 

In heart of mine. 

Skies blue 
O’er you 

Look down in love. 

Waves bright 
Give light 

As on they move. 

Hear now 
My vow— 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 117 

[The Indians stand spellbound by the song. One, 
apart from the others, however, raises his bow 
and lets fly an arrow. Glad Heart drops to the 
ground and sings the last words . . .] 

To live, to die. . . . 

[The warriors start forward, but stop, amazed and 
terror-stricken, for from the lake come the Water 
Spirits. Silently, swiftly, they carry Glad Heart 
with them into the deep water, and floating her 
gently, move into the darkness, and are out of 
sight. Speechless, the warriors retreat, leaving 
only the dying embers and the empty wigwams. 
When the lights are beginning to grow dim the 
Forest Spirits creep on, and with outstretched 
arms, kneel on the shore 


As the Darkness Falls.'] 


SCENE II 


[The lights go up. From the woodland come the 
Maidens, followed by the chief and men and women 
of the village .] 


Red Bird 

Glad Heart! 

Glad Heart! 

We are coming! 

Rainbow 

Glad Heart! 

We, your Sisters, are calling! 

Fleet Foot 

Glad Heart! 

You are safe now. . . . 

We’ve brought help from the village! 

[There is no answer. They search the wigwams , the 
forest , the water’s edge. With a cry , a boy finds 
the arrow. He runs to the Chief, who is center 
stage.~\ 

Boy 

An Arrow! An Arrow! 

Lying there on the beach! 

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THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 119 


Chief 

Our captives spoke the truth! 

[The people crowd around himi\ 

The People 
Then they shot our Glad Heart P 

Chief 

Aye! They shot her. . . . 

One named Snake Tongue pierced her heart. 

Maidens 

[Weeping'] 

Woe! Woe! Woe! 

They killed our Glad Heart! 

[Their wailing ceases as the Chief continues . They 
seat themselves on the ground .] 

Chief 

But they let the arrow lie. . . . 

Boy 

I found it there upon the shore! 

Chief 

It’s stained with crimson, 

Like the blood of the wild cherry. 

Fleet Foot 

Glad Heart is wounded! 

Oh! They must have captured her! 


120 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 


Chief 

Peace, Fleet Foot! 

From the fireball’s climbing to its sinking 
Have we searched the warrior’s village. 

Nowhere could we find the lost one. 

Glad Heart is not there! 

Fleet Foot 

[Springing up ] 

Then she’s in hiding! 

Glad Heart! Glad Heart! 

Fleet Foot’s calling! 

[They wait. There is silence. Fleet Foot falls to 
the ground , weeping.] 

Chief 

Peace, my daughter! 

Peace be with you! 

Red Bird 

Glad Heart claimed this land for her land. . . . 

Said that in her dreams she’d lived here! 

There she talked with tall Shu-shu-gah 
As he waded in the shallows. 

Here she stood and showed me, Father, 

How to weave his tall form in my basket! 

Snowy Feather 

You should stain it with Memahgo, the blueberry. 

It grows on the fringe of the woodland. 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 121 


Tall Vine 
Woe! Woe! Woe! 

They have stolen our Glad Heart! 
Woe! They have hidden her body! 

Chief 


Peace, my daughters! 

I will tell you what the captive warriors told me. 
They saw you flee into the forest 
But they thought you merely hiding 
For—upon the shore was Glad Heart, 

Standing fearless in the moonlight. 

Lo! She cast a spell upon them, 

For she stood there fearless, 

Singing of the moon, the waters. . . . 

—Cast a spell on all but Snake Tongue! 

He let fly an arrow: 

Down she fell! 

The spell was broken! 

But before a brave could reach her [he spreads his 
She was gone! arms ] 


Gone! 


All 


Chief 

Gone! 

And the arrow proves their story! 

Come, my daughters, 

We must hasten again to the village. 

The search has already eaten the journeyings 
Of two of the fireballs. 


122 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 
Gray Mist 

What matter the risings and sinkings of fireballs 
Without Glad Heart? 

Chief 

[i Sternly leading the way to the forest ] 

Come! 

We’re losing rich profit while searching! 

Make ready the wigwams; 

We’ll carry them back to the village! 

Silver Feather 

[As the Maidens cling to him] 

Let us try once more to find our Sister. . • « 

Let us call her with her own song! 

Chief 

Those who are with the evil spirits hear no singing! 
Maidens 

[Drawing together , sing , nevertheless. Their voices 
join in harmonious accord .] 

Moon, Dear, 

How near, 

Your soul divine. 

Voice of Glad Heart 
[Coming from their midst ] 

How near, 

Your soul divine. 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 123 


Maidens 

[Trembling with joy and excitement ] 

Sun, Dear, 

No fear 

In heart of mine. 

[They hesitate .] 

Chief 

Come away! 

Voice of Glad Heart 

No fear 

In heart of mine. 

[The Chief and the others hear her now , and drawn 
bach , they listen breathlessly .] 

Maidens 

[Singing softly ] 

Skies blue, 

O’er you, 

Look down in love. . . . 

[They hesitate .] 

Glad Heart 

\_Softly yet clearly\ 

Waves bright 
Give light 

As on they move. 

\Loudef\ 

Hear now 
My vow 

To live, to die, 




124 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 


Moon, Dear, 

Thee near, 

Beneath this sky . . . 

[Her voice trails off into silence .] 

Chief 

[His tones softer than before'] 

We will depart. 

The spirit of Glad Heart shall dwell in her land in 
peace. 

[Men start to dismantle the wigwams.] 

Let the shelter of Glad Heart remain here. . . . 

[Silently the men and women leave. The Maidens circle 
the only remaining wigwam , raising and lowering 
their arms in supplication. Finally they drop to 
their knees , their heads touching the ground. 
Then , one by one they disappear into the forest , 
and 


The Stage is Darkened.] 


SCENE in 


[ The edge of the lake again. In place of Glad Heart’s 
wigwam of Scene II, stands one of silver cloth, 
gleaming phantom-like in the moonlight. Before 
it sits Glad Heart, pale and ethereal, clothed in 
garments like her own, but of glistening unearthly 
stuffs. She is weaving and humming the Indian 
love song. Then she sighs sadly .] 


You Hoo! 
You Hoo! 

Come and 


Voice from the Forest 

Glad Heart 

Voice from the Forest 
play! 


Glad Heart 


Who is calling? 


Voice 

Cooling Breezes ! 

Come and play! 

[Soft music, perhaps Rubenstein's “Melody in F.” The 
Breezes frolic about the phantom wigwam, danc¬ 
ing with scarfs of rainbow color 5 .] 

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126 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 


A Breeze 

Why will you not play as you used to? 

[They drop down before her as the dance is ended .] 

Another 

When you smile now, ’tis a smile of sadness! 
Another 

When you are sad it saddens us, dear Glad Heart. 

It throws a veil across the sunshine . . . 

Even the rainbow fades into grayness. 


Another 

When you are sad 
Omeme’s song is mournful. 

Glad Heart 

[ Who has been looking over the water ] 
I am happy, gentle Breezes; 

You only think that I am saddened! 


Breezes 

[Hopefully] 

Yes . . . ? 

Glad Heart 

Have I not ruled here for over a century? 


Breezes 


Yes ... ! 

Glad Heart 

Why should I be sad now? 

Are you not my loyal playmates? 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 127 


Breezes 

For ever and ever! 

Glad Heart 

[Listening] 

I think I hear the forest calling, 

It’s calling you, dear gentle Breezes! 

One of the Breezes 
We must go and rock the birds 5 nests, 

Sing a lullaby to Owaissa! 

Have you seen the blue bird babies? 

Glad Heart 

[Nodding] 

Never a care do they give to their mother 
When you rock the cradle, 

High there in the tree tops. 

A Breeze 

We’ll sing them a new song. 

Farewell! 

[They flit into the forest.] 

[Glad Heart sits alone, head bowed on her hands. 
Music sounds again, Grieg’s “Morning Mood,” 
from “Peer Gynt.” The Spirits of the Wood¬ 
land enter and dance, each bearing a gift. When 
the dance is ended they kneel before Glad Heart.] 

One 

We are bringing gifts from the forest. 





128 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 


Another 

Here are leaves of golden brown from the king oak 
tree. 

Another 

Here are berries from the tall, tall thorn. 
Another 

Here are ferns. . . . 

Another 

Here are mosses from the shadows. 

Another 

Here are wood lilies to crown you. 

Glad Heart 

[Sadly] 

Thank you for my gifts, dear Sisters. 

A Spirit 

We would have a gift from you— 

Something that we love most dearly. 

We would have a smile from Glad Heart. 

Glad Heart 
Do not ask for that, my Sisters! 

A Spirit 

That is all we want— 

And now we hear you sighing. 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 129 


When you sigh it grieves the forest! 

Tell us why you grieve, Dear! Tell us! 

Glad Heart 
I long for my maidens, 

I’m lonely! 

Yes, here in my own land 
I crave for real laughter. 

I pine for the murmur of voices! 

I want to hear real people singing and shouting. 

A Spirit 

We sing! 

All the trees have a melody . . . 

And the rushes and grasses can whisper! 

Glad Heart 

Yes, Yes! 

But I long for the singing of real folk! 

Another Spirit 

Of real folk! 

—And we have been guarding your woodland 
From all who have wanted to claim it, 

For more years than it takes the young sapling 
To change to the tall, graceful birch tree. 

Another 

Here come our sisters, the Water Spirits! 

Tell them your longings! 


130 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 


Glad Heart 
I am shamed by your goodness. 

The Water Spirits 
[Swimming close ] 

We know all, Glad Heart. 

The little ripples have borne the ache of your 
spirit to us. 

Another 

We love you, 

We serve you; 

No mortal folk could be truer! 

Another 

Since first you came among us 

The Magician of Winter has locked us fast 

More than a hundred times— 

And still we love you and serve you! 

Glad Heart 

Oh, Sisters of Woodland and Water! 

I am not ungrateful! 

I love you! 

’Tis only that my spirit is unforgetful, 

Unforgetful of the laughter and singing of mortals. 
I long for my Sisters, the Indian Maidens. 

I long so to teach them your freedom, your 
beauty . . . 

The secrets you yourselves taught me. 


THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 131 

[While she is speaking, the Spirits of the Forest 
beckon to the Water Spirits, and, creeping to 
the shore, they whisper together. They point to 
the lake and to the woods, then glide back silently 
into the shadows of the great trees. The Water 
Spirits swim away noiselessly. Glad Heart rises, 
and brushing her hand across her eyes, begins 
to dance. There is faint music, Lieurance's “ In¬ 
dian Love Song ” again.] 

See! I dance to show you I am happy! 

I dance to show you that I love you. . . . 

Only you. . . . 

I will f orget my mortal sisters! 

See! I dance. . . . 

[Perceiving that she is alone, she drops down, and with 
a little sob she buries her head in her arms. The 
darkness begins to creep in, then the whole stage 
glows with a golden light and from the wood and 
from the lake, comes the sound of girls * voices, 
singing. The music is that of i( The Netherland 
Hymn." They sing these words ] : 

We gather together from East and from Northland. 

From West and from Southland we come unto you. 
We beg you to guide us, to teach us, and to love us. 

Oh, Glad Heart, we are yours, 

And to you we’ll be true! 

[Glad Heart rises, her face iUumined with great 
joy. As the music swells , coming ever nearer. 


132 THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART 

she opens her arms as though to embrace them all , 
and 

The Stage is Darkened .] 


Note: If desired the singers may approach in 
canoes from the water , and bearing flashlights come 
through the woods. 


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NOTES 


THE FAIRY FOUR-LEAF: 

The first song . . . adapted to “Introduction to Reinecke’s 
Child Operetta/’ Schneewittchen. 

“Where the Bee Sucks/’ “Midsummer Night’s Dream/’ 
arr. by Dr. Arne. 

“You Spotted Snakes/’ “Midsummer Night’s Dream/’ by 
Mendelssohn. 

“Four Leaf Clover Song/’ Brownell. 

Opening, “Fairies’ Dance/’ Chopin, Op. 64, No. 2. 
Closing, “Fairies’ Dance,” Chopin, Op. 69. 

Moonbeams and Shadows, “Dance of the Mist Maids,” 
from “The Blue Bird,” by Hugo Wolf. 

Little Owlets, “Fire and Water,” from the same. 
Dragonflies, “Le Papillon,” Chopin. 

Night Moth, Heller’s “Im Walde.” 

Bat, “Dance of the Hours,” “Gioconda,” Ponchionello. 
Happy Frogs, Dance of the Gnomes, by Rheinhold. 
Fireflies, “Hexentanz,” MacDowell. 

Dancers of the Mists, “To a Water Lily,” MacDowell. 
Gypsy Dance, “Torch Dance,” Edward German. 

Gypsy Dance, “Hungarian Dance, No. 5,” Brahms. 

Gypsy Life (Song), Robert Schuman. 

Setting 

The photographs will suggest possibilities for your own 
stage. The spiderweb was woven wdth white yarn on nails 
driven into a rustic frame. The daisies were of crepe 

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paper, wire enforced. The stems were of bamboo, and in 
order that they might be quickly put into place and quickly 
removed, they slipped into small sections of lead pipe, 
driven into the ground. The toadstool, a round rough 
table, straw padded and covered with white cloth, had its 
stem painted white. The base was broad so as to be 
firm yet portable, and when in position, covered by leaves. 
The campfire was ready in the great kettle, that is to say, 
pine chips were in it, and during the gypsy music the 
kettle was carried into position, dumped, and with the 
striking of a match, the campfire was ablaze. 

All the slight changes were made in a few seconds in 
the dark, during the music. Each girl was assigned some 
particular task. For instance, two moved the toadstool, 
one placed leaves at its base, two fastened up the cobweb. 

The mechanism of the cobweb, with diagrams for its con¬ 
struction will be given on request. 

FAIRY TALE WOOD: 

Red Riding Hood, “The Dancing Doll,” Poldini. 

The Seven Dwarfs, “March of the Dwarfs,” Grieg. 

Jack and Jill, “Dancing Lesson, Hansel and Gretel,” by 
Humperdink. 

Seven Swans, “ComhT through the Rye.” 

Happy Hours, “Amaryllis.” 

Little Fears, “Hall of the Mountain King,” Grieg. 

The Good Fairies, L’Eclair, “Call Me Thine Own.” 

The Witches, “Witches’ Dance, Hansel and Gretel,” 
Humperdink. 

Music for Gala Dance after Transformation, Grieg’s 
“Wedding Day.” 


NOTES 


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THE PAGEANT OF CHUNN’S COVE: 

For the first dance, any music may be used. The fairies 
are merely to screen the stage partially while the table 
is being placed by other fairies. “Op. 66” of Chopin 
may be used. 

Dance when fairies strew flowers, any music, Chopin’s 
“Op. 37, No. 2” is suggested. 

For the march, Chopin, “Op. 26 C Jf minor.” 

April, Dixie, Miss Moffett, dances arranged by the Vest- 
off Serova Studios, New York. 

Fireflies, MacDowell’s “Witches’ Dance.” 

Night Moth, Spider, Bat, Chopin, “Impromptu, Op. 29, 
No. 1.” 

Woodwise’s pantomime, “Accompaniment to the Erlking,” 
by Shubert, closing on triumphant crescendo. 

Two Butterflies, by the Vestoff Serova Studios. 

Finale, Grieg’s “Wedding Day.” 

Setting 

Practically the same as that for The Fairy Four-Leaf, 

only the toadstool and the web may be stationary, as there 

is no change of setting. 

THE LAND OF THE GLAD HEART: 

The music for this play is incorporated in the text. 

Diagrams and patterns may be had upon request for 

any of the plays. 


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